Shen Liguang silently curved his lips: "And I miss you too."
Wu Xiaowu: "..."
Qian Zheng: "..."
"..."
Basically, when they're together, it's Shen Liguang taking the initiative to express affection, but the sudden sweetness scared Fu Ying, afraid her cheeks would blush and her heart would race.
She was about to stretch out her hand but withdrew it, letting the wind blow on her face to cool it down.
"Hmm? Why aren't you talking?" His voice rose at the end, making her heart thump violently, "What are you doing?"
For some reason, Fu Ying couldn't bear him speaking in such a flirtatious tone.
Facing him, she always retained a certain shyness, even though they had engaged in any intimate activity, she would still be embarrassed.
"Nothing." Fu Ying paused, then asked him, "Aren't you busy?"
"On the fire truck."
Fu Ying's face grew even redder: "Then, then everyone heard what you said just now, right?"
"Yep, what's wrong?"
Fu Ying felt embarrassed: "Then I'm hanging up."
