Although Wen Qiao said this to force Fu Jinghen to change his mood, she knew he was stuck in his thoughts, blaming himself for not protecting her well. If she didn't say this, Fu Jinghen would only become more self-critical.
He felt for her, and she felt for him too.
Fu Jinghen paused, the coldness in his eyes dissipated, and he lowered his head to kiss Wen Qiao's hair: "I'm not nervous."
"If you're not nervous, why are you holding me so tightly?" Wen Qiao exposed his lie, "Don't you know how strong you are? My delicate skin can't handle being squeezed like this by you."
Hearing this, Fu Jinghen immediately let go of his hand, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, does it hurt?"
