After saying that, Wen Qiao saw a clear message on Fu Jinghen's face—
"I don't mind helping if you need it."
Damn it!
She minded!
Since she had been able to bathe herself, no one had seen her perfect body!
Not even her own mother!
Considering Wen Qiao was wearing wet clothes, and even though it was summer, one couldn't be careless, Fu Jinghen didn't want to argue with her, instead, he reminded her, "Hurry up and bathe, call me if you need anything."
With that, he went out.
As Wen Qiao watched Fu Jinghen leave and saw him close the bathroom door, leaving her alone in the bathroom, she immediately crouched down with her hands covering her face, curling up into a ball.
Had Fu Jinghen just kissed her?
Probably?
Although it was just a light touch, similar to children playing house, they were both well past the age of playing house. Plus, Fu Jinghen was almost in his thirties, an old man who surely wouldn't joke like that.
Boo-hoo-hoo.
There went her first kiss.
