My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 748 - 746: A Man’s Mouth is a Lying Ghost

"I just feel, I really like you."

The words that once got stuck in my throat now came out naturally.

Perhaps influenced by that girl’s straightforward and candid expression, before Wen Qiao even realized what was happening, she said the words Fu Jinghen had been longing to hear.

The charm of language is not to be underestimated, especially when it comes from the mouth of a loved one—even offensive words can feel endearing.

Without any particular context, even when said in the most ordinary or playful manner, the phrase "I like you" still carries significant weight.

Because after she said those words, Wen Qiao clearly saw Fu Jinghen’s eyes darken and deepen in an instant—as if they had become a bottomless vortex, unwittingly drawing people into their depths.

Wen Qiao, as if bewitched, cradled his face in her hands, lifted her chin, and gently kissed his eyes.

Fu Jinghen obediently closed his eyes, feeling the tremors brought by Wen Qiao’s soft lips on his eyelids, hearing her whispery voice, "Fu Jinghen, I really do like you so much, and only you. I like you to the extent that I won’t be with anyone else in the future, so you have to keep being this good to me, or I’ll be very sad."

"The time you talked about calling off our engagement, I cried for a long time."

She was prideful, not liking anyone to see her vulnerabilities, but if the person was Fu Jinghen, she was willing to lay herself bare.

Wen Qiao’s rambling words were like a torch set ablaze on Fu Jinghen’s heart, instantly igniting a fire within him.

The hand he had propped by Wen Qiao’s side climbed up, encircled her waist, his chin lifted slightly as he sought her lips, and kissed her restrainedly.

"I won’t make you sad anymore, and I’ll treat you even better."

As the promise fell, restraint was no more.

Perhaps the difference in expression of emotions between men and women lies in the fact that when deeply moved, women might cry with pear-shaped tears, while the most visceral reaction for a man might be—

The bathroom lights blazed brightly, illuminating every corner of the room and revealing, with stark clarity, all the most sincere reactions on one’s face.

Wen Qiao’s eyes were tightly closed, her head resting against his shoulder, her other hand fidgeting with the hem of his clothes.

The bathroom was not small, but Wen Qiao felt the atmosphere inside was stifling to the point of being breathless.

The cool, rustling breeze of early winter seeped through the small gap in the window, its coolness dispersing some of the fiery air inside the room.

But this was far from sufficient.

Men’s mouths were deceptive, the man who had just promised to treat her better was now slapping his own face in the very next second, starting to take advantage of her.

Wen Qiao sneakily opened her eyes a slit, sizing up Fu Jinghen.

Even the man’s usually pale face was tinged with a faint flush, and his ears were even redder.

His normally cold features were now touched with a hint of desire, like a male fairy intent on captivating souls.

The heat on Wen Qiao’s own face rose unconsciously, and she closed her eyes again, not wanting to look at Fu Jinghen at that moment.

Her mind was becoming more and more muddled.

After what felt like a long time, the moon outside quietly hid behind the clouds, too shy to show itself.

Fu Jinghen, resting against Wen Qiao’s shoulder, caught his breath for a while, then lifted his head. His black eyes sparkled, "Baby, you’re so good."