Wen Qiao glanced at him, thought for a moment, raised two fingers together, touched them to her lips, and then patted Fu Jinghen's face, "Here, your reward."
After speaking, she poked Fu Jinghen's cheek, seizing the opportunity to steal a little affection.
Fu Jinghen caught her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss, "And here's my thank you."
Every time Fu Jinghen kissed her fingers, Wen Qiao would blush for a little while. She withdrew her hand and, lowering her eyes to the flowers cradled in her arms, muttered softly, "No need to thank me."
Fu Jinghen, steering the wheel, pointed towards the storage compartment on Wen Qiao's side, "If you're hungry, eat something first to tide you over."
Wen Qiao glanced at him, turned, and pulled open the storage compartment, which was packed with snacks.
She paused, blinking, "Did you prepare these for me specially?"
"Mhm." Fu Jinghen glanced at her, "Who else would I prepare them for aside from you?"
"....."
True.
