"..."
Lu Zhaozhao paused slightly after hearing Song Sinian's words, even forgetting to cry.
For some reason, she felt that Song Sinian had seemed to be driving a car just now.
She was clearly crying, okay?
What does he mean by 'tears well up at the slightest touch'?
Aware that Lu Zhaozhao's attention had been diverted, Song Sinian's mouth silently curled into a smirk.
He leaned in gently and kissed her lips, "Zhaozhao, can you cry a little more for me? I want to hear it..."
Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help swallowing hard, subconsciously leaning back, but as soon as she tilted backward, she was firmly embraced by Song Sinian's strong arms.
His mouth curved into a proud, devilish smile, "Why run away, my Mrs. Song?"
While speaking, he gently rubbed his nose against her cheek.
His teasing demeanor made Lu Zhaozhao's legs feel a bit weak.
