Song Sinian sat on the couch, pulling Lu Zhaozhao into his embrace, his neck pressing into the nape of hers. His tone was low as he murmured, "Do you want to know?"
Lu Zhaozhao was preoccupied with the matter of being slandered, not anticipating the "danger" that was silently approaching.
She nodded, "Mhm, I want to know."
Song Sinian's lips gently grazed the hollow of her neck. "Zhaozhao, give me a kiss."
Lu Zhaozhao paused, then turned her head to leave a kiss on his cheek.
"That's not enough." Song Sinian turned her around in his arms, rubbing his nose against hers playfully. "I'm quite petty, you see. When you keep asking me about other men, it makes me unhappy."
Lu Zhaozhao was amused by his words.
With her eyes smiling, she leaned in his embrace and held his cheeks, looking at him with a playful twinkle, "My Mr. Song now recognizes when he's unhappy?"
Her gaze met his, scenes from the past flashing through her mind.
