Wen Qiao nodded and didn't continue to ask any further.
She wasn't interested in the follow-up matters at all, knowing Fu Jinghen would handle everything.
Wen Qiao's body hadn't fully recovered yet, and after staying awake for a while, she began to feel sleepy again. She moved inside, making a small space: "Come up, I want you to hold me while I sleep."
Fu Jinghen was a person who was quite awkward. Wen Qiao didn't understand where all his idol baggage came from; he was completely different in public and in private.
As wild as he was in private, that's how serious he was outside.
Back then, Fu Jinghen would definitely never engage in any pulling or hugging with Wen Qiao in a place like the hospital.
But now, looking at Wen Qiao's pitiful and endearing appearance, he wouldn't care about such things.
He took off his coat and shoes, laid on the bed, and pulled Wen Qiao into his arms, wrapping her snugly, preventing even a whisper of wind from sneaking in.
