My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 668 - 556: Say You Like Me

Wen Qiao nodded heavily.

Fu Jinghen’s eyes were dark as an abyss, "I never said it wasn’t important, it’s not too late to say it now."

"What do I need to say?"

Wen Qiao was even more confused, how did she suddenly find herself unable to follow Fu Jinghen’s train of thought?

Fu Jinghen looked at her deeply, "Say that you like me."

"..."

So, after all her babbling for so long, had he only picked up on that one phrase?

Indeed, people only see things that are of interest to themselves.

But faced with Fu Jinghen’s expectant and somewhat eager gaze, Wen Qiao’s heart suddenly softened again.

In reality, she should have said it.

Fu Jinghen had done so much for her, if she didn’t even give him this, it would indeed be too much.

Wen Qiao’s cheeks flushed red, her lips moved, but the words "I like you" were stuck in her throat and just wouldn’t come out.

She felt incredibly awkward.

In a soft mutter, she said, "I’ve never confessed to anyone before, it feels so awkward..."

Having said that, she quickly glanced at Fu Jinghen, lifted her chin to his face, pressed her lips against his, mirroring the way he had kissed her before, gently touching them, and then pulling away.

"You said that words were too pale an expression, right? So, I’m showing it through actions. Did you feel it?"

As she spoke, she didn’t move away from Fu Jinghen’s lips, their lips remained touching,

the scent of champagne roses enveloping the two of them,

"I felt it."

Fu Jinghen’s fingers captured her chin, bringing their lips even closer,

Wen Qiao raised a hand to encircle his neck, responding to Fu Jinghen with all the affection she could muster.

The voice that emerged stopped the two sharing the kiss abruptly. Wen Qiao realized the voice came from her own mouth and was instantly overcome with embarrassment; her face turned bright red. She turned her face away, avoiding Fu Jinghen’s lips, her arms tightly around his neck, burying her head in his shoulder.

Fu Jinghen gently patted her back, silently comforting her while also calming the heat rising within himself.

A heavy and hot male breath whispered in Wen Qiao’s ear, "Qiaoqiao, can we make up, please?"

Wen Qiao didn’t respond, and Fu Jinghen wasn’t in a hurry; he patiently waited for her answer.

After what felt like several minutes, Wen Qiao finally recovered from her embarrassment, remembering Fu Jinghen’s question. She nodded slightly, murmuring softly, "I took the initiative to kiss you, not making up now would be unreasonable, right..."

Although Fu Jinghen had anticipated Wen Qiao’s agreement, when the moment truly arrived, he couldn’t help but feel excited.

Wen Qiao, seeing he wasn’t speaking, lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him: "Why aren’t you saying anything?"