After tidying up, Wen Qiao flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet to wash her hands.
She habitually glanced at the mirror and saw her rosy-cheeked reflection, causing her to silently muse.
Being close to the person you like really does boost your attractiveness.
Half an hour ago, she looked miserable, like a little cat randomly abandoned by the roadside, completely lacking any spirit.
Now, she looked radiant, her eyes seemingly bathed in water, her lips moist, nowhere near the pitiful look from before.
Moreover, the pain in her lower abdomen had eased.
Wen Qiao patted the still-warm heating pad on her belly and muttered to herself, "It definitely wasn't your doing, you've been on for so long and yet a kiss was more effective."
She opened the door and stepped out, Fu Jinghen was no longer in the room.
Rustling sounds came from the next room, and she walked over to see him standing at the dining table arranging the takeout food.
