He glanced at the time, "You've been soaking for over an hour now. If you soak any longer, you'll start to plump up. Hurry up and get out."
"..."
No sound again.
Fu Jinghen frowned, "Wen Qiao."
"I know!"
After a short while, the sound of water came from inside, and only then did Fu Jinghen turn around to lie down on the bed.
A bit more time passed, the bathroom door opened, and Wen Qiao came out wearing a Mickey Mouse print pajama, pouting and reluctant.
Fu Jinghen was half lying on the bed, heard the noise and lifted his eyelids to look at her, then closed them again.
Why was he so unfazed?
Wen Qiao suddenly felt irritated, walked around to the other side of the bed, and fiercely pulled back the covers, covering Fu Jinghen's face entirely.
"..."
As if she saw nothing, Wen Qiao sat down with a thump, then yanked the comforter over herself, leaving Fu Jinghen exposed.
"..."
