Fu reached out to bring Wen Qiao, who was leaning against his back, into his arms. His large palm rested on her lower abdomen. He realized the implication of her words, but for a moment, he did not know how to react. After a while, he sighed helplessly, "You..."
"It's always you who starts trouble, and it's you who begs for mercy afterward. Why can't you just behave?"
Wen Qiao sat sideways in Fu Jinghen's embrace, her arms crossed around his neck, "Then why do you always stop at the last step every time? It's not like I'm unwilling…"
She was downright curious about this matter, and she couldn't help but ask directly, throwing caution and shyness to the wind.
Her voice was soft, but in the quiet room, it was clear enough for Fu Jinghen to hear.
"It's not the right time yet."
Wen Qiao immediately followed up, "Then when is 'the right time' you're talking about?"
Fu Jinghen paused, then abruptly changed the subject, "Hungry? Want to go get something to eat?"
