Wen Qiao was busy fiddling with her phone, her head not even lifting as she said, "Then next time, remember to record it in advance so you can play it on loop."
"I want to hear it live." Fu Jinghen, feeling ignored, raised his hand to block her phone screen, "Say it again."
Wen Qiao tilted her head, "If I say it too much, it'll lose its value. I don't want to."
"It won't, the more you say it, the more valuable it becomes."
Wen Qiao didn't fall for it, "But just now, you only got my reward because you let me win the game. Now there's no benefit, why would I say it for no reason?"
Fu Jinghen removed his hand from her phone, "Then I'll let you win another round."
As he spoke, he quickly and accurately kissed the corner of Wen Qiao's lips, "No backing out now."
Wen Qiao, "?"
Had she agreed to anything yet?
Although very resistant, Fu Jinghen still found a way to pry her lips apart.
