Ying Jing hummed a tune as she rounded the corner and bumped into Wen Fucheng, standing there for who knows how long.
Judging by his stance, he probably wasn't there just now.
"You heard everything?"
Wen Fucheng leaned against the wall, looking at her, and raised an eyebrow.
"Which part are you referring to?"
When did he actually get here!
"Eavesdropping isn't very polite."
The man spread his hands in front of her, looking rather helpless, even a bit innocent.
"I really didn't mean to, you were just too invested."
Ying Jing walked straight past him, feeling a bit proud.
The man followed her, not too fast nor too slow, behind her.
Seeing her about to return to her room, Wen Fucheng quickly caught up and pulled her into the adjacent room.
The empty private room was pitch black.
"What's going on?"
As soon as she spoke, Ying Jing was spun around and pressed onto the soft sofa.
He turned into a wolf!
So rough.
But she liked it.
"Wen Fucheng, what's gotten into you."
