Wen Qiao muttered grumpily, "When Sister Fu Qiang hit you, did she activate some kind of meridian in you? How come I never noticed you being so clingy before, even needing to follow me to wash my face..."
Fu Jinghen was still in a daze, looking at her rosy lips moving and listening to her voice in his ear, but he didn't catch a single word she said.
Wen Qiao saw that Fu Jinghen on the screen was motionless as if paused, so she leaned closer to the camera and reached out to tap it, "Are you daydreaming while video calling me? If so, we might as well not call at all."
"Hmm?" Fu Jinghen blinked slowly, coming back to his senses, "What?"
"I'm asking what you're daydreaming about!"
"Nothing." Fu Jinghen changed the subject, "Did you put on your slippers?"
"I did."
Wen Qiao walked to the bathroom holding her phone, placed it on the vanity, tore off the facial mask, turned on the faucet, bent over, and splashed water on her face to rinse off the remaining essence.
