He paused the movement of retracting his arm and looked up, only to see Wen Qiao silently mouthing two words to him, "Come here."
Fu Jinghen didn't move, his eyes filled with confusion.
His palm was scratched again, conveying an impatient emotion, as if expressing the dissatisfaction of its owner.
The nail traced across his palm; it wasn't painful, but it brought a strange sensation, making Fu Jinghen feel like his heart was also lightly scratched, causing a tickling feeling.
The next second, he tightened his grip, securing the mischievous paw in his palm firmly, and then leaned over.
A deliberately lowered female voice hung near his ear.
"I think my leg is cramping, rub it for me quickly."
Fu Jinghen: "...."
Although Fu Jinghen was a top engineering student, he had also done well in Chinese during his school days, but now he couldn't find a single word to precisely and vividly express his feelings at this moment.
There was resignation and amusement.
