"That just proves Fu Jinghen was right."
After all, she did have a habit of hugging something when she slept.
Fu Jinghen's brow furrowed slightly, "What are you wriggling about for?"
"Why are you so fierce?" Wen Qiao was taken aback, "Wasn't it you who asked me to 'give it a feel'?"
"....."
Fu Jinghen was silent for a moment.
Wen Qiao moved her legs again, intending to leave Fu Jinghen's embrace, but just as she lifted her legs, Fu Jinghen spoke and his frown also eased, "Did you just think that I took advantage of you while you were asleep and spent the whole night there?"
Hearing his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness and the grievance of being wrongly accused, Wen Qiao was startled again.
?
How did he end up being the aggrieved one?
She hadn't even said anything yet.
Wen Qiao put her legs back, "No, I didn't think that."
Fu Jinghen stared into her eyes and insisted, "You did."
"I didn't; you're just making wild guesses."
"You did."
