"You ask, you ask."
Wen Qiao now felt her heart bloom whenever she saw Fu Jinghen; her attitude towards him had transformed drastically compared to when they were questioning each other on the street.
"What did Huo Mutian mean by 'big brother'?"
Wen Qiao's expression stiffened, "Bro—big brother is just big brother. Haven't I said it before? It's a term of respect, really just respect."
"Is it?"
Fu Jinghen leaned in closer, causing Wen Qiao to unconsciously step back until she was about to hit the table. Fu Jinghen raised his hand to encircle her waist, cushioning her body against the table.
"So, you use terms of respect with me too?"
"Definitely not," Wen Qiao immediately retorted, raising an arm to circle his neck, "For you, it's a term of endearment."
"I see."
"Yes, yes, that's how it is."
