After a moment, Fu Jinghen replied, "I don't think so."
The ears of the two people in front perked up involuntarily.
"Why 'I don't think so'?"
"Because this is a hypothetical question, it's hard for me to give you a definite answer just based on imagination."
"Alright," Wen Qiao conceded and started to dig deeper with her usual inquisitiveness, "Why not?"
"... "
Fu Jinghen quietly sighed and rubbed the soft hand splayed in his palm again, "Because you're cuter."
".... "
Oh boy.
Ahead, Jiang Yao and Feng Li exchanged glances again, this time finding a mixture of speechlessness and mutual sympathy for themselves and each other in their eyes.
Help.
What had they done to deserve such a blow in this life?
Compared to the pitiable state of the two ahead, Wen Qiao, sitting at the back, was stunned for a moment before her lips crazily curled upward as she hummed playfully, "Pretty clever of you."
"Can we just eat peacefully now?"
