Qu Jing confessed to Zhou Yuwen, her feelings for him could not be concealed.
During the meal earlier, Qu Jing's voice was a bit different from usual, it was unusually high-pitched, and at that time Zhou Yuwen could assume that girls usually sound like this.
But in the elevator, when Qu Jing was licking Zhou Yuwen's fingers, and her soft, tiny tongue was licking his fingers bit by bit, and the elusive expression in her eyes as she tenderly said, "Ah~ how, how did you get hurt?"
The emotions she expressed were clear to anyone.
Yet Zhou Yuwen found it strange, wondering why Qu Jing felt this way about him.
When they got back to the car, Qu Jing insisted on buying Zhou Yuwen a band-aid and was very anxious as she picked up his hand and repeatedly inspected it, looking distressed.
The privacy of the car's space deepened, as Qu Jing, frowning slightly, cradled Zhou Yuwen's hand and pitifully looked at it, murmuring to herself to take care of it.
