The man kneeled on one knee directly on the bed, bowing his head to look at that palm-sized small face, so close that he could almost see the fine pores on her face, and his breath caught the scent of the bath gel she had used just after her bath. There was a moment when Lu Jingchen slowly felt that he and this woman were truly and genuinely still husband and wife.
In this past week, without Song Qiao staying in this villa, he felt a loneliness so profound it seemed the villa was unbearably large.
When he saw her on the set today, he had wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, but held back hard when he remembered the resolute words she said at noon.
He had intended to force her to capitulate, but upon seeing her again, he was the one who ended up bowing down to her first.
If asked if he regretted it, probably because he saw her safe and sound genuinely lying here, what should have been regret suddenly felt like no regret at all.
If he had truly suppressed the impulse to bring her back then, he wouldn’t be able to see her genuinely lying here now.
Song Qiao was asleep, dazed, when suddenly she felt as though the air was being snatched from her breath, frowning and opening her eyes, and immediately saw that handsome face close at hand. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽
At this moment, Lu Jingchen was lying over her, but his weight wasn’t pressing on her, his thin lips sealed hers directly.
Song Qiao’s eyes widened, and she became fully alert in an instant, reaching out to push against his chest, trying hard to struggle free, "Lu... Lu Jingchen, what are you doing... let me go... mm, stop!"
Hearing her voice, the man’s initially half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide, his deep black eyes staring straight at the woman in front of him, and he actually obediently let her go, with a smile on his lips that was neither deep nor shallow, but very gentle, "Awake?"
Song Qiao looked at Lu Jingchen in front of her, and immediately used her hands to push back on the comforter, creating some distance between them, her gaze dissatisfied as she asked, "What are you doing?"
Was he seizing the chance to kiss her while she was asleep?
Doing something so low made her really want to just pick up the lamp beside her and smash it over his head.
Her face still carried a bit of a dazed expression from just waking up, but her eyes were staring intently at the man in front of her, unequivocal and clear.
However, to the man, her appearance looked like a cute complaint.
Looking at the woman in front of him, Lu Jingchen felt a softness in his heart, quickly kissed her forehead again, before he spoke, "I was trying to wake you for dinner, but after calling you several times and you didn’t respond, I thought to just kiss you awake. Now that you’re awake, shall we go eat, hmm?"
Song Qiao’s hands tightly clutched the comforter, pulling it up so only her pajama-covered shoulders were exposed, not moving or speaking, just looking at Lu Jingchen.
Lu Jingchen stepped off the bed onto the carpet, lowering his gaze to look at her, and noticing her lack of reaction, he quirked an eyebrow, taking a while before speaking in a deep, pleasant voice, "Don’t want to eat? I made your favorite dishes."
Song Qiao took a deep breath, looking at the man in front of her, and slowly began to speak, "I’m not hungry right now, I already ate at my grandfather’s."
And she really didn’t have any appetite right now.
Lu Jingchen’s black eyes looked down at her small face, his gaze unwavering and unmoving, and finally he capitulated, taking a while before saying, "Then go back to sleep, I left some food for you, just tell me if you get hungry in the middle of the night and I’ll bring it up for you."
Song Qiao glanced at him, her gaze ultimately not lingering long on him, so she also didn’t catch the unusual expression on his face, and simply responded with a faint ’okay’ before laying back down to continue sleeping.
Lu Jingchen stood by the bed watching her as she closed her eyes again to sleep, his hand at his side unconsciously clenched into a fist, and only when even breathing sounds began coming from the bed did his clenched hand slowly relax, and a sense of helplessness gradually appeared on him!