Wen Qiao was speaking as she casually scratched Fu Jinghen's chin with her fingers.
Fu Jinghen glanced at her and said carelessly, "Alright, then thank you, Mrs. Fu."
"Thump!"
Wen Qiao heard a loud sound emanating from her chest very clearly.
She looked at Fu Jinghen in shock. Compared to her astonishment, he seemed as calm as if he had just mentioned something trivial like "The weather is nice today."
"Wha-, wha-, Fu, Fu…"
That's it.
Wen Qiao started to stutter again.
Her hair was now completely dry, and Fu Jinghen turned off the hairdryer, meeting Wen Qiao's gaze directly, "Isn't what I said correct? You're going to become Mrs. Fu sooner or later."
"…"
One minute…
Two minutes…
…
Five minutes…
Wen Qiao performed a 360-degree aerial turn, rolled up in her blanket to become a cocoon again, and lay back in her spot, tightly closing her eyes.
"…"
