Wen Sheng chuckled, "Fu classmate, do you take me for a child?"
"Ever seen a man spoil his wife like a child? Wen classmate, you're quite lucky; with me, you can act willful to your heart's content." Fu Yanlin faced the light above and smiled like a little sun in the warm winter.
That sentence once again touched a defense line deep within Wen Sheng's heart.
Since Wen Tingshu passed away, everyone around her had been encouraging her to be strong and independent. Only Fu Yanlin, time and again, reminded her that she could act like a capricious child.
Sweetness surged at the tip of Wen Sheng's heart, and she decided to be the child who wouldn't be a buzzkill today, "Alright, what reward will there be if I win the game?"
Fu Yanlin's smile deepened at the corner of his lips, "If you win, I'll be your reward. If you lose, it's alright too; just give yourself to me."
"You're seizing advantages on both ends, how do I feel like this is a trap?" Wen Sheng laughed lightly.
