"..."
What's wrong with him today?
Why is he trying to meet his performance goals before the end of the year?
Sweet words are tumbling out like they don't cost a thing.
Just before she clearly heard the sound of her own heartbeat, Wen Qiao pre-emptively spoke out as if trying to deceive herself. "Why is getting it better?"
"Because you chose me," Fu Jinghen replied as he rolled up one of her sleeves, placed her hand down, and then lifted her other hand, repeating the action. "Giving me the chance to take care of you, to love you, isn't that better?"
Wen Qiao subconsciously asked, "So, if I don't choose you, you won't love me anymore?"
Fu Jinghen looked at her, a light laugh escaping his lips, "No, no matter how you choose, I will still love you."
As his words fell, he also finished rolling up Wen Qiao's sleeves and, holding her fingertips, he bent down and kissed the back of her fingers.
