Song Sinian sat on the sofa, holding Lu Zhaozhao in his arms with his neck pressed against her nape, his voice low, "Do you want to know?"
Lu Zhaozhao was only concerned about being slandered and had not anticipated the "danger" quietly approaching.
She nodded, "Yes, I want to know."
Song Sinian's lips gently grazed her nape, "Zhaozhao, give me a kiss."
Lu Zhaozhao paused, then turned her head and left a kiss on his cheek.
"That's not enough." Song Sinian turned her around in his arms as if bargaining and rubbed his nose against hers. "I'm quite petty, you know. You always ask about other men in front of me, and it upsets me."
Lu Zhaozhao was amused by his words.
Her eyes curved, leaning in his embrace, holding his cheeks, smilingly looking at him, "My Mr. Song now knows when he's upset?"
Her gaze met his, and past scenes flashed through her mind.
