Shen Liguang looked at her and raised his hand to pinch her baby-soft face: "Of course."
Fu Ying was startled.
Then she lowered her head and curved the corners of her mouth into a smile.
Shen Liguang licked his lips, watched her sneakily giggling, and felt like laughing himself.
Unsure if she really understood what he meant.
She writes love poems fluently, it's just that, sometimes her brain doesn't quite catch on.
Otherwise, she wouldn't foolishly mention using the emergency number as a contact during a crisis.
But seeing her like this, she probably didn't grasp it.
Shen Liguang sighed helplessly.
Maybe it's better she didn't understand.
"Yingying."
"Hm?"
Fu Ying looked at him.
Fu Ying blinked, staring at him absent-mindedly for quite a while.
Only when she felt her gaze becoming increasingly hot and intense did she avert her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Liguang: "It's nothing."
