Lu Zhaozhao listened to Song Sinian's voice, felt the vibration in his chest, and lifted her small face to look at him, word by word, she said, "I love you, and I will love you more with each passing day."
Her eyebrows and eyes curved, and the words that came out of her mouth were like sweet nectar, making one's heart flutter uncontrollably.
Song Sinian's heart softened as well.
He gently lifted his hand to touch Lu Zhaozhao's small face, his voice husky, "Then prove it to me, my Mrs. Song."
His Adam's apple moved slightly, seemingly in anticipation of something.
Lu Zhaozhao looked at Song Sinian with a bit of a laugh and cry, feeling like she had just been tricked.
She lowered her eyelids to look at Song Sinian in front of her and couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart—well, it was her man, her to pamper.
Her small hands grasped Song Sinian's large ones, their fingers interlocked, and she pressed them on top of his head.
