CHAPTER 371: CHAPTER 369: IF YOU INSIST ON THINKING THAT WAY, THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO

"That just proves Fu Jinghen was right."

After all, she did have a habit of hugging something when she slept.

Fu Jinghen’s brow furrowed slightly, "What are you wriggling about for?"

"Why are you so fierce?" Wen Qiao was taken aback, "Wasn’t it you who asked me to ’give it a feel’?"

"....."

Fu Jinghen was silent for a moment.

Wen Qiao moved her legs again, intending to leave Fu Jinghen’s embrace, but just as she lifted her legs, Fu Jinghen spoke and his frown also eased, "Did you just think that I took advantage of you while you were asleep and spent the whole night there?"

Hearing his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness and the grievance of being wrongly accused, Wen Qiao was startled again.

?

How did he end up being the aggrieved one?

She hadn’t even said anything yet.

Wen Qiao put her legs back, "No, I didn’t think that."

Fu Jinghen stared into her eyes and insisted, "You did."

"I didn’t; you’re just making wild guesses."

"You did."

"......" Wen Qiao closed her eyes, "Fine, I did. Are you happy now?"

"You see, you admitted it."

Fu Jinghen’s face was expressionless, as he simply lowered his eyelids to avoid Wen Qiao’s gaze.

"!"

You’re acting like you’ve been wronged.

"If it’s wrong not to admit it, and wrong to admit it, what exactly do you want?" Wen Qiao pulled her legs back, turned over and sat up on the bed, looming over Fu Jinghen who was lying down, "Even if I did think that, it would be normal, right? I was asleep at the time; I didn’t know anything. It was whatever you said, wasn’t it?"

The softness in his arms gone, Fu Jinghen felt a void in his heart, and as Wen Qiao got up, he also moved the arm that had been holding her.

Once she had settled down on the bed with the blanket around her, Fu Jinghen retracted his arm and rotated it to relieve the soreness and numbness.

As he moved his arm, the collar of his pajamas swayed too, exposing the finely shaped collarbone right before Wen Qiao’s eyes, as well as the partially visible and firm chest...

"Sure, it is indeed normal."

"......"

Wen Qiao unconsciously swallowed.

She felt she was not quite normal herself.

Fu Jinghen had worn this pajama before, but she had never found it to be so inappropriate before.

Wen Qiao felt her blood rushing upwards; she moved her gaze away with a hint of reluctance yet forced herself to look elsewhere.

"I said I didn’t think that way, but if you insist, there’s nothing I can do about it."

Although Wen Qiao’s gaze was averted, the image of Fu Jinghen lying in bed, the black silk pajamas contrasting sharply with his fair skin, lingered in her mind.

Gone was the usual image of a business elite; the just-awakened him appeared a bit lazy, and his uncombed hair fell softly, adding a youthful air.

Fu Jinghen looked up at her when he heard what she had said.

The little girl was turned away, but her earlobes were visibly red.

Fu Jinghen silently curved the corner of his mouth, then quickly smoothed it out; he got out of bed and started walking towards the outside.

Wen Qiao turned her head to the noise and saw Fu Jinghen’s retreating back, and when she thought of how pitiful he had looked on the bed just now, and then, of all the things she had just said, she suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.

Why did she feel like she was acting like a jerk who’d turn his back after pulling his pants up?

She moved her lips, wanting to say something, but Fu Jinghen had already left the bedroom.