After the fireworks ended, Wen Qiao was dragged into the bathroom by Fu Jinghen, using the pretext of freshening up to carry out something more intimate.
By the time the two emerged from the bathroom, an hour and a half had passed. Wen Qiao, face flushed, was carried back to the bedroom by him, and once at the bed, she kicked at him: "You scoundrel!"
Fu Jinghen grabbed her ankle, dried her feet, and tucked them under the covers.
Wen Qiao wrapped herself in the blanket and sat up from the bed, asking him: "Do you have a special fondness for the bathroom? It's always there."
"As long as it's with you, I have a fondness for all locations." Fu Jinghen dried Wen Qiao's hair, his tone flat: "Although the bathroom isn't very convenient, I have reservations. If it's somewhere else, it might be different."
Wen Qiao: "..."
How could he say something so indecent with such a calm tone?
