Wen Qing's footsteps stopped abruptly, her heart skipping a beat in fright.
He turned his head nervously and met Fu Ranxiu's eyes.
Fu Ranxiu's eyes were dark and bottomless, without any emotion, he just looked at him quietly, stating a fact.
Wen Qing clenched her palms and lowered her eyes, for fear of being seen the panic in her eyes.
How could Fu Ranxiu know that he touched it?
He clearly put everything back in place...
"Wen Meng." Fu Ranxiu called out his name in an indifferent tone.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she said slowly, "I, I... wiped it."
"After cutting your nails, you didn't clean the table."
Speaking, Wen Qing slowly straightened her waist, thinking to herself, this is a reasonable excuse.
Fu Ranxiu did not wipe the table, and his fingernails might accidentally splash on Fu Ranxiu's table.
Wen Qing raised her eyes cautiously and looked at Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu stared at him and said slowly, "Wipe it again."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Fu Ranxiu raised his jaw slightly, tapped the table with his fingertips, and repeated, "How did you wipe it back then? Now wipe it aside."
In order to dispel his suspicions, Wen Qing pulled out a tissue and started to wipe the table.
Start at the corners and rub little by little.
Fu Ranxiu closed his eyes halfway, watching the gentle and tender fingers sliding on the table, the fingertips against the table, and the fingers curved in a beautiful arc.
The fingertips were oppressed, revealing a touch of pink and red, which made this hand more attractive.
Fu Ranxiu's fingers rubbed slowly on the tabletop, and the cold wooden tabletop slightly eased his dryness.
He stared at the gentle fingers, watching the other party pick up the angel sculpture, the white and slender fingers holding the dead white ornament.
Under the incandescent light, the skin is gentle and delicate, with a healthy and fresh milky white, which is obviously different from the white of the sculpture.
Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips and pressed his fingertips against the table, as if he had touched the hand in the air.
Wen Qing used the fastest speed to demonstrate the procedure of wiping the table, and quickly said to Fu Ranxiu, "That's it."
Turning his head, he saw Fu Ranxiu staring straight at his hand.
Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she subconsciously turned her hands behind her back.
His heart was beating so fast, he couldn't help thinking, this fellow Fu Ranxiu must have deliberately asked him to clean the table, right? !
Wen Qing stammered to remind Fu Ranxiu, "Just, that's how I wiped it."
Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids, glanced at the tissue he had left on the table, and said slowly, "Paper."
Wen Qing hurriedly stretched out her hand, threw the tissue into the trash can, pinched her palm, and said, "Then I'll throw out the trash."
Fu Ranxiu hummed lightly.
Wen Qing blinked, wondering if this meant believing or not?
The next second, Fu Ranxiu suddenly grabbed his hand.
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They Are Not Human!
Mystery / ThrillerWen Qing was pulled into an infinite flow game, and after struggling through the first instance, he received a strange buff. System: 【 All non-human beings will have a good impression of you. PS: ***** 】 Wen Qing asked cautiously: "What do the aster...
