Their lips briefly met for a second before Fu Jinghen withdrew.
"This way."
Wen Qiao took the fork from Fu Jinghen's hand with an expressionless face, "Oh, you're so old-fashioned."
Fu Jinghen glanced at her reddened ear tips and didn't call out her forced composure, "Can't help it, I'm a few years older than you, my methods of flirting with young girls are bound to be outdated."
"..."
Wen Qiao hung her head low and stared at the fruit in her arms, kicking Fu Jinghen's leg lightly, "Hurry up and pack your things, stop dawdling."
Fu Jinghen straightened up, "Cover your feet."
"Oh, got it."
Wen Qiao responded but remained unmoving.
Fu Jinghen gave her a "just as I thought" look, leaned over, and pulled the blanket over Wen Qiao's feet.
Wen Qiao shamelessly enjoyed Fu Jinghen's attentive service, and after stuffing a grape in her mouth and chewing it twice before swallowing, she drawled, "Eating fruit is so boring, it feels like something is missing."
