CHAPTER 370: CHAPTER 368: YOU HELD ME ALL NIGHT

"Neurotic," Wen Qiao huffed as she tossed the towel into his arms and took long strides toward the bathroom.

Shortly after, the sound of a hairdryer emanated from the bathroom, which, after a while, ceased, and Wen Qiao emerged.

She didn’t so much as glance at the man before stomping off to the bedroom.

If it weren’t for the bed in the suite being considerably more comfortable than the one downstairs, Wen Qiao wouldn’t have continued to sleep there.

She flung back the covers, climbed in, and closed her eyes.

Footsteps sounded; she could feel Fu Jinghen standing by the bed, watching her.

What are you looking at?

I’ll poke your eyes out in a moment.

Wen Qiao cursed inwardly, flipping over to turn her back to him, avoiding his gaze.

Fu Jinghen: "....."

The footsteps resumed, and Wen Qiao cracked her eyes slightly open, sneaking a peek.

Had the bedside suddenly become empty?

!

What the hell!

When Fu Jinghen returned to the bedroom after freshening up, Wen Qiao had already curled up in the covers and fallen asleep.

Perhaps because she had gone to bed in a huff, Wen Qiao’s lips were slightly pursed in her sleep.

Fu Jinghen looked down at her for a while and reached out to gently pinch her lips.

Squishy and soft.

"What are you upset about?"

Wen Qiao, in her sleep, felt uncomfortable, her brows furrowed slightly, and she shook her head, evading Fu Jinghen’s touch.

Fu Jinghen’s hand landed on her cheek, his fingers brushed it gently a couple of times.

Finally, he leaned in and lightly kissed the corner of her lips.

He murmured softly, "Goodnight."

-

The next morning, Wen Qiao awoke from her sleep but kept her eyes tightly closed, not opening them.

A sigh of relief escaped her throat.

As "Red Makeup" entered the late stages of filming and her scenes increased, she took on another variety show, and sometimes, due to sheer exhaustion, she’d lie in bed unable to sleep.

Last night was the best she had slept in a long time, despite having had a spat with Fu Jinghen before doing so.

She moved her arms, intending to stretch, but found her waist constrained by something.

Feeling the warmth around her waist, Wen Qiao concluded it must be someone’s hand.

?

Throwing a fit and then taking advantage of me?

Wen Qiao opened her eyes and, lifting her head, unexpectedly met the man’s deep, dark pupils.

"Awake?" asked Fu Jinghen.

Wen Qiao nodded subconsciously, then realized that wasn’t the attitude she should have at the moment and toughened up her tone, "Isn’t that a silly question? My eyes are open; do I look like I’m still sleeping?"

Receiving such a rebuke early in the morning, Fu Jinghen wasn’t annoyed and simply hummed, "Can you get up now? My arm is numb."

?

What does that mean?

You take advantage of me all night and now you’re playing the victim?

The anger from the night before surged within her, and Wen Qiao glared furiously, "Fu Jinghen, let’s get something straight, it was you—"

Fu Jinghen cut her off, "You held onto me all night."

Wen Qiao: "?"

"I didn’t lie down long last night before you rolled into my arms," Fu Jinghen explained calmly, presenting Wen Qiao with a truth she found hard to accept: "If you don’t believe me, lift the covers and see our position, or maybe just notice where you’ve put your legs."

"?"

What kind of nonsense is this?

Wen Qiao shifted her legs.

It seemed that whatever was beneath her leg felt a bit hard, not as soft as the bed.

She surmised that she might be resting her leg on Fu Jinghen’s.

And it was entirely possible that she had held onto Fu Jinghen all night, in the posture of an octopus.