"I'll try to control myself."
"..."
Wen Qiao pinched the flesh at the back of his neck.
Listen to this, is this human speech?
Fu Jinghen laughed, his body sinking down, his nose pressed against Wen Qiao's, his voice slightly hoarse, "I really forgot about it today, it wasn't to spite you. I haven't abducted the little Princess back home yet, how could I not cherish my body, and I can't bear to make you worry."
"Who's worrying about you, don't flatter yourself."
"If you weren't worried about me, why would you cook noodles for me? If you weren't worried about me, why would you get angry?" Fu Jinghen rubbed his nose against hers, "You little liar, saying one thing and meaning another."
This time, he didn't give Wen Qiao a way out; instead, he exposed her.
The first time Wen Qiao met Fu Jinghen, just by looking at his appearance, she thought he was the unattainable alpine flower described in the original works.
