CHAPTER 615: CHAPTER 614: CLOSE-UP CP

Wen Qiao suddenly realized and let out an "Oh," "So there was that sort of connection between you two."

"Otherwise?" Huo Mutian glanced at her sideways, "Did you really think I had that kind of interest in him?"

Wen Qiao bit her spoon and chuckled. Realizing something, her smile then fell, "Then I wasn’t wrong either, your real purpose in approaching me was still Fu Jinghen, right?"

Huo Mutian choked, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought about how to retort. After two seconds, he said, "But it’s not like what you think."

"Oh, alright then."

"What’s with that disappointed tone?"

Huo Mutian kicked her gently, this mischievous little girl was so unpredictable, others never knowing what she was thinking.

Wen Qiao ignored him, busily eating the cake she held.

"I was interested in you not entirely because of him. When I first met you on the plane, I didn’t even know about your relationship with him, I only found out after having someone check."

"..."

Seeing that Wen Qiao still wasn’t talking, Huo Mutian felt somewhat troubled. Maybe she was angry?

But being angry was understandable, if it were him, he would be angry too.

Huo Mutian coughed twice and poked Wen Qiao’s arm with his finger, "Hey, pretty girl, why aren’t you speaking?"

Wen Qiao dodged it.

Huo Mutian continued poking.

"Ow." Wen Qiao seemed annoyed by the poking and finally reacted, "Stop poking me, I’m feeling sad."

"Sad about what?"

Huo Mutian was puzzled. There seemed to be no reason for sadness, right?

"I thought I’d get to ship you two at close range." Wen Qiao looked at him with a distant gaze, "Turns out you two were just rivals."

"..."

Huo Mutian twitched his mouth severely: "What exactly does Fu Jinghen see in you?"

Wen Qiao sighed and stuffed a large piece of cake into her mouth, mumbling unclearly, "Maybe he likes my unconventional nature."

Huo Mutian: "..."

So you know you’re unconventional, huh.

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After finishing the cake, Wen Qiao took her small purse and went to the restroom to freshen up.

When she came out and saw the man waiting outside the restroom, she paused. Before she could ask "why are you here", Fu Jinghen had already caught her wrist and, with a stern face, led her forward.

Turning this way and that, they entered a lounge. Fu Jinghen closed the door, pinned her against it, and looked down at her, "What were you chatting about just now that made you so happy?"

Wen Qiao was slightly startled.

She had never seen this side of Fu Jinghen before.

The scent of fir from the man enveloped her tightly. He held her waist firmly with one hand, the other hand supporting her chin, his thumb gently caressing her lips, his eyes swirling with indiscernible emotions, seemingly creating vortexes that could drown one in them.

Seeing her silent, Fu Jinghen’s eyes darkened. He leaned in close to her face and gently bit her earlobe, his voice low and husky, "Speak."

The hot breath grazed her ear, causing Wen Qiao’s legs to involuntarily weaken.

Ying.

Getting weak-kneed from just a nibble, how embarrassing.

But she seemed to like this version of Fu Jinghen even more.

Wen Qiao tugged at the hem of his clothes: "You’re jealous again."

Not a question, but a statement.

"What do you think?"

Fu Jinghen bit her earlobe again, this time a bit harder, leaving his own teeth marks.