With a tender tone and a slightly indignant manner, it seemed Song Qiao was still completely unaware of these changes in herself.
Perhaps accustomed to her typically mild and indifferent demeanor, the man involuntarily swallowed when he heard her words. The next second, he got up and sat down beside her, his hand instinctively wrapping around her waist.
When Song Qiao saw Lu Jingchen get up and sit down next to her, she instinctively wanted to stand up. For some reason, she always felt that Lu Jingchen, in this state, was too dangerous. It made her subconsciously want to escape. However, before she could even stand up or make a move, she was already firmly held in place by his strong hands.
"Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? There are plenty of seats over there. Why come and squeeze in one couch with me?" Their proximity was so close that they could almost hear each other breathe, and the man’s strong masculine scent lingered around her, making her feel surrounded and trapped by him.
Lu Jingchen looked down at the petite face before him and, unable to help himself, leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth. His voice was gentle, mixed with a light laugh, "Qiaoqiao, don’t look at other men like that in the future. Not every man can restrain himself like I do."
The man whispered close to her ear, as if he were a lover.
Song Qiao was taken aback, not fully digesting the meaning of Lu Jingchen’s words for a moment.
Seeing the somewhat dazed look on Song Qiao’s face in his arms, the man couldn’t help but chuckle softly, pinching her chin and kissing her again, laughing, "Mrs. Lu, sometimes when I see your innocent demeanor... it’s really adorable."
If Song Qiao still didn’t understand what Lu Jingchen meant by his previous words, then it was really an issue with her intelligence.
She felt her face grow warm, and it was only when the man no longer kissed the corner of her mouth and slightly moved back that she clenched her teeth and punched his shoulder, scolding, "Lu Jingchen, you rogue."
"Didn’t you call me a beast yesterday?" His eyebrows slightly raised, he didn’t miss the opportunity to continue teasing her. His thumb rubbed her chin, feeling very nice, and his eyes quietly stared at her as if wanting to see into the depths of her eyes, "Why are you changing my title now? Hmm?"
Blatantly being a rogue, openly flirting with her in public, Song Qiao thought this man’s skin was really incomparable in thickness.
She gently pushed him away to create some distance between them, almost without much effort, not knowing whether the man had never truly planned to continue this closeness.
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Showcasing affection in public felt a bit shameful indeed.
Most importantly, what if some single dog out there couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to act?
Moving a bit to the side to create more distance between them, Lu Jingchen didn’t continue to trouble her and let go of her chin that he was holding.
"Sometimes you really are quite a beast. You said I was your first woman, and I can hardly believe it." She laughed, her slender white fingers circling the rim of her cup, touching it over and over, her small face full of smiles, "Tell me the truth, Lu Jingchen, do you really only have me as your woman?"
The man’s eyes stayed close, quietly watching her petite face. His deep voice came from deep within his throat, "Do you want to know?"
"Yes, why else would I ask you?" Song Qiao lifted her face, gazing directly at him without avoidance, her voice as tender as ever, sounding immensely soothing to anyone listening, "Don’t worry, no matter how many you say there are, I won’t make a fuss."
From start to finish, the man’s gaze seemed never to leave her face. Among the women he knew, Song Qiao might not be the most beautiful, but she was certainly the most endearing, especially with that delicate face of hers, which seemed to radiate warmth, as if every smile or frown could melt a man’s heart.
With slightly parted lips, the man was still smiling, but the smile carried a deep and meaningful expression, "If I said I really only have you as my woman, would you believe me?"
Being stared at by Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao from initially being calm, gradually started to feel very uneasy. No matter how hard she tried to maintain her strong resistance, under his gaze, she usually couldn’t last long before collapsing.