Wen Qiao spoke as she poked here and there on Fu Jinghen's arm and chest.
If not for her somewhat pale face and the lingering panic between her brows, Fu Jinghen would have thought all that just now was a dream.
"Don't be so serious, I'm fine." Wen Qiao spread open the frown on his brow with two fingers: "You're making me very nervous like this."
Fu Jinghen caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it twice, "I'm sorry."
Fu Jinghen's "I'm sorry" was said without any preamble, but Wen Qiao understood his meaning instantly.
He felt guilty for not being able to protect her and for letting her go through such an ordeal.
Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu had left the lounge at some point, leaving only Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen in the room.
"Why are you apologizing? It has nothing to do with you."
Wen Qiao tugged at Fu Jinghen with some force, wanting him to sit on the sofa: "Come sit down, aren't you tired squatting like that?"
Fu Jinghen obliged and sat down beside her.
