A scent exclusively belonging to women rushed into Fu Jinghen's nostrils all at once, and his gaze lingered inch by inch across Wen Qiao's face.
As he looked at her, so close at hand, Fu Jinghen's hands at his side moved slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he slightly averted his eyes as if to restrain something.
After the pillow was adjusted, Wen Qiao sat up straight, "Lean back and try it; if it's not comfortable, I can adjust it for you."
With the rose scent dissipating a bit, Fu Jinghen obediently shifted backward, leaning on the soft pillow, and nodded, "It's comfortable because you made it."
"..."
It was comfortable enough, but why add a "because you made it" premise?
