Wen Qiao didn't make a sound, she shifted her upper body back a little, then moved up a bit, so her line of sight was level with Jinghen's.
Then she aimed carefully and gave Fu Jinghen a peck on the lips.
Because the pace was a bit fast and she didn't quite control the force, it was more of a collision than a kiss.
But having just opened his eyes to such a benefit, Fu Jinghen completely overlooked this tiny flaw.
In his eyes, everything Wen Qiao gave him was wonderful.
"Why are you so passionate so early in the morning?"
Wen Qiao looked at Fu Jinghen: "Do you like it?"
Fu Jinghen nodded with a smile, still patting her head: "I like it."
How could he not like it?
"Then I'll be this passionate every morning from now on." Wen Qiao gave him another peck: "But I haven't brushed my teeth, you can't mind."
That morning kiss from Wen Qiao had already surprised Fu Jinghen, but he didn't expect an even bigger gift was waiting for him, making him feel all the more cherished.
