"Oh," Fu Jinghen raised his head, eyes staring intensely at her, "I won't."
It seemed like the first time Wen Qiao had seen such a childish and stubborn side to Fu Jinghen. She couldn't help but laugh, tiptoeing to pat his head, "You're already twenty-seven, how can you be so childish."
Taking advantage of the movement, Fu Jinghen wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
Wen Qiao's hand, raised halfway, suddenly stopped, resting on Fu Jinghen's shoulder.
The moon hung high in the night sky, its clear, cool light spreading in sheets, casting a hazy and intimate glow over the small open-air area.
Fu Jinghen slowly lowered his head, his forehead resting against Wen Qiao's, as a restrained yet tender kiss landed on the tip of her nose.
"Am I the only one allowed to be capricious in front of you, and you're not allowed to be childish in front of me?"
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