"Qiaoqiao, you—"
Fu Jinghen had intended to remind Wen Qiao that she hadn't taken her coat, but as soon as he spoke, Wen Qiao seemed to run even faster.
?
Was he some kind of fierce beast or what?
Fu Jinghen found that Wen Qiao seemed to be getting shyer by the day. Looking at her now, becoming flustered and disoriented by just one kiss from him, it was as if the Wen Qiao who used to boldly provoke him had never existed.
He rubbed his forehead, sighed in relief, and walked over to the wardrobe to take out the coat Wen Qiao was supposed to wear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a matching scarf and beret in the corner of the wardrobe and took those out as well.
After closing the wardrobe, when he stepped out of the bedroom, Wen Qiao was nowhere to be seen, and the apartment door was ajar. Fu Jinghen saw Wen Qiao, dressed in a thin dress, standing in the hallway waiting for the elevator.
