Fu Jinghen pinched her nose tip, "Alright, whatever makes you happy."
Wen Qiao was satisfied. She wrapped her arms around Fu Jinghen's neck, turned her head to look at the suitcase spread out on the coffee table, "Is everything packed?"
Fu Jinghen nodded, "Almost, see if there's anything missing."
Wen Qiao's eyes circled the suitcase, "It seems like there's something missing..."
"What's missing? I'll go get it for you."
Wen Qiao turned her head and cupped Fu Jinghen's face, sealing his lips with a firm kiss, "Missing you."
Fu Jinghen was taken aback.
"Take yourself with you, come with me," Wen Qiao pleaded with him, "I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night without you."
Feeling soft-hearted, Fu Jinghen restrained himself from speaking his heart out. He raised an eyebrow, teasing Wen Qiao, "What, can't sleep without me tossing and turning with you at night?"
Wen Qiao: "....."
Has this old man completely lost his shame!
