CHAPTER 396: CHAPTER 394: THE LIPSTICK IS A BIT TOO THICK TODAY

Though she said that, the hand clasped around her waist didn’t show any intention of letting go.

Fu Jinghen sat in the third-to-last row, with belongings placed on the two rows behind them and beside them, and considering his own imposing presence, no one would look back. There was an invisible barrier between the two of them.

There was a sense of secret intimacy.

Wen Qiao quite liked it; she tilted her chin up and kissed Fu Jinghen on the lips, "But you haven’t let go of me either, have you?"

The uniquely soft sensation of a woman’s lips transmitted all the way to his brain. Fu Jinghen tightened his grip around Wen Qiao’s waist, another hand lifting her chin.

Lips met, and the man’s deep and muffled words dispersed between the intermingling of their lips and teeth—

"Mhm, that’s my mistake."

Though Fu Jinghen admitted to his mistake verbally, his actions, on the other hand, were racing in the direction of making more mistakes.

Unlike the brief touch before, this kiss was passionate.

Fu Jinghen first brushed against Wen Qiao’s lips, then enveloped them.

The fine pricking sensation on her lips made Wen Qiao back away, but in the next second, the hand that had been at her waist moved to her back, stopping her from pulling away.

After a soothing peck on her lips, Fu Jinghen pulled back slightly, his voice a bit hoarse, "What are you dodging?"

Without waiting for her to respond, he immediately pressed forward again, their lips entwining and tangling.

Their heated breaths mingled, leaving Wen Qiao feeling as if all her strength had been drained from her, leaving her soft in his embrace.

Her brain also turned mushy, and from it, Wen Qiao pulled out her last shred of rationale, struggling.

Feeling her resistance, the man kissed her even more forcefully, and his hand slid from her back to her neck, completely restricting her movements.

As Wen Qiao was kissed into a daze, she still thought—

Hadn’t Fu Jinghen been single for twenty-seven years without a single relationship? How could he be so good at kissing.

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Wen Qiao didn’t know exactly how long they had been kissing.

But by the time they reached the hotel entrance, and their group got out of the car, Director Li took one look at her, "Your lipstick is a bit heavy today."

"...."

Wen Qiao’s ears heated up.

It wasn’t that she had applied too much lipstick...

It was that she had been kissed for too long...

It was Qi Ming, whose intelligence wasn’t exactly always online; his gaze wandered between Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao for a while, realizing something.

As they got out of the car, Qi Ming leaned in close to Wen Qiao and whispered, "Did you and my little uncle do something not suitable for children in the back seat?"

"...."

Wen Qiao glanced at him, "If you know it’s not suitable for children, why ask?"

Qi Ming’s mouth fell open, "You really did do something!"

As soon as his words ended, something pressed against his face. Subsequently, his head that had been tilting slightly in Wen Qiao’s direction was straightened.

"Let’s go."

Those icy words felt cool and refreshing in the blazing summer heat.

Qi Ming looked intently and saw the man, who could be a model on the runway with his luggage, walking ahead. Who else could it be if not his little uncle?

He inwardly sighed to the heavens—

Little uncle, please don’t be jealous of me; I am your dear nephew!

Could I possibly be a rival in love?

Just as he was about to catch up with Fu Jinghen’s pace, he saw the man in front suddenly turn around, glanced at him, then at the suitcase beside Wen Qiao.

Qi Ming immediately got the hint and looked at Wen Qiao.

"Give me the suitcase, I’ll carry it for you." Qi Ming spoke emotionlessly like a robot, "Don’t ask me why I’m being so kind; it’s all because of my little uncle."