Wen Qiao almost cried out when he bit her, she recoiled a bit, feeling some pain, and pushed Fu Jinghen while petulantly scolding him, "Are you a dog? Why are you biting people?"
"Don't push me, let me hold you."
Fu Jinghen hugged her tightly, bending over slightly with his head resting on her shoulder, his tone sounding quite pitiful.
Wen Qiao's heart immediately melted, and she wished she could stuff her ears into his mouth and let him bite at will.
She raised her hand and patted Fu Jinghen on the back, "What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you earlier today that I'd be coming with Huo Mutian? Why are you getting jealous again?"
Fu Jinghen's voice was muffled, "You let him touch your lips."
"…"
Wen Qiao silently sighed in her heart.
If Huo Mutian saw Fu Jinghen's expression now, he would probably be so pleased he could ascend to heaven.
He really had angered him.
"I didn't react at the moment."
