My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 695 - 693: Regaining What Was Lost
After a while, Fu Jinghen appeared before her, holding the clothes she wanted to change into.
The woman’s hair was sopping wet and draped over her shoulders, while her little face was pink from the steam in the bathroom, revealing a small patch of her fair, rounded shoulders.
Seeing this, Fu Jinghen felt a tightness in his throat and approached her silently.
"You knew early on, why didn’t you remind me!" Wen Qiao glared at him angrily, "You did it on purpose to watch me make a fool of myself, didn’t you!"
"I didn’t get a chance to say anything before you closed the bathroom door."
"Excuses!" Wen Qiao didn’t believe the nonsense he was spouting, "What does me closing the bathroom door have to do with you calling me to get clothes?"
"Alright, my mistake." Fu Jinghen readily apologized, "Hurry up and get dressed so you don’t catch a cold."
Only then did Wen Qiao grab the clothes from his hand and, with a swish, retracted her head back in.
Perhaps feeling it was too dangerous with Fu Jinghen standing right outside, Wen Qiao moved her finger, and with a "click," the bathroom door was locked from the inside.
Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Fu Jinghen almost laughed in irritation.
This heartless little girl.
The pajamas that Fu Jinghen had picked out for Wen Qiao were the ones placed by her bed, one of the silk pajama sets he had bought for her.
The long sleeves and pants were wrapped tightly around her body; the only problem was...
Wen Qiao looked down at the small strawberry print near the neckline and was speechless.
This pajama top had a wider neckline than the knit shirt she wore that day, exposing what the shirt had covered.
Considering how Fu Jinghen was getting into the habit of kissing her at every opportunity, he might be stimulated if he saw this mark later.
But she had just taken a bath, so she couldn’t really apply any concealer.
After much deliberation, Wen Qiao decided not to bother with it and just go out as she was.
Since it was a mark he had left, he would have to deal with the consequences.
After applying her skincare, Wen Qiao, with her hair still in a drying cap, unlocked the bathroom door. She intended to strut into the bedroom and confront Fu Jinghen about the strawberry mark before he could see it himself, but as soon as she stepped into the bedroom, Fu Jinghen frowned and said, "Not blowing your hair?" Then she was pulled back into the bathroom—
And he began to blow-dry her hair.
This wasn’t the first time Fu Jinghen had dried her hair; with practice came perfection. From the stiff, slightly rough start that could pull out several strands of her hair, he now managed to attend to her comfortably.
She suddenly remembered a line from a Korean drama she had watched before—
Falling in love, after all, is about doing things for your partner, even if you can do them yourself.
In her case, it was that she insisted on having the other person do things she could do herself.
Standing in front of Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao looked at their overlapping reflections in the mirror and suddenly laughed out loud.
Fu Jinghen turned down the blow dryer and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Qiao pointed at the mirror, "Take a look for yourself."
Fu Jinghen followed her pointing finger and looked up, beginning to smile as well.
In front of him was a scene that seemed to superimpose the moment he first dried Wen Qiao’s hair, crossing time and space.
In reality, it hadn’t been that long, just half a year, but during those six months, he had experienced loss and regained what he lost.
They say regaining what’s lost is the most beautiful thing in the world; Fu Jinghen thought that, even if he had to do it all over again, even if the phrase were beautiful, he would not want to experience it again. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"What are you thinking about?"
