Wen Qiao hummed and snuggled closer into Fu Jinghen's embrace.
Their seats weren't particularly hidden, and the clamorous group nearby couldn't help but notice them.
Seeing the two of them so affectionately entwined, if anyone said it was just an act, then their acting deserved an Oscar.
Especially the way Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao, with tenderness and fondness almost spilling from his eyes—if there was still someone claiming there were no real feelings between them, they'd be speaking nothing but blatant lies.
Some envied, others were jealous, but these thoughts never affected the couple whispering to each other.
"Are you going for a magazine shoot tomorrow?" Fu Jinghen asked.
Wen Qiao nodded in his arms.
"Then should I come by at noon to visit the set?"
"How come you seize every chance to see me?" Wen Qiao disapproved a bit. "Do you really have to be so clingy?"
