After being warned by Fu Jinghen, Feng Li was terribly curious about what Wen Qiao had been doing during her time away but didn't dare to ask.
After tidying up the food container, Feng Li silently exited the ward, leaving the space to the two of them.
Fu Jinghen checked the time, and it was already midnight.
He looked at Wen Qiao, "Coming up to sleep?"
"Coming up where?" Wen Qiao pointed at the bed in the ward, "You just opened your heart to me, and now you want to lure me into bed?"
"..."
Fu Jinghen, feeling helpless, said, "I just wanted you to come up and rest since there's shooting tomorrow, right?"
After that, he thought about the voice messages exchanged between Wen Qiao and Qi Ming, and slowly added, "Besides, I don't have any peculiar kinks, especially not about seeking thrills in a hospital."
Wen Qiao's eyebrows twitched, unwilling to be outdone in their banter. She nodded, "True, with the way you are now, seeking thrills probably wouldn't work out.
"..."
