Song Qiao didn’t quite believe him, looking at him with a probing expression, "Is it really that simple?"
Lu Jingchen fixed his gaze on her, his Adam’s apple moving slightly, and ultimately spoke the truth directly, "Hmm? I also heard you had an unpleasant incident today, so I came back to accompany you. Satisfied?"
Song Qiao didn’t expect him to respond like that, momentarily stunned. It took her a while to regain her senses before she frowned at the man in front of her, "You heard about it?"
"Yes." Without hiding anything, he bent down and kissed her cheek, his deep voice having a mesmerizing quality like aged wine, his profound gaze reflecting only her image, "How about now? Feeling better?"
However, Song Qiao looked at him with a slightly strange expression and murmured directly, "Who told you I was in a bad mood? When was I ever in a bad mood? Clearly, I wasn’t."
Her expression was stubborn, refusing to admit her mood was bad, and she even had a bit of a proud look.
But these expressions were merely her attempts to conceal her true feelings.
As if afraid of being seen through by him, she lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, her pink lips pressed tightly together in silence.
The man looked down at her, his lips curving into a handsome smile. He reached out again to cup her face, his cool lips unexpectedly capturing her pink lips. Unlike the usual ardent kisses that seemed to devour her, this time he gently licked her pink lips and carefully pried her teeth open, his fiery tongue exploring her mouth, inviting her own tongue to dance with his.
It seemed like the first time experiencing such a tender kiss, Song Qiao froze as if immobilized, her large dark eyes blinking. When she finally snapped back to reality, she proactively cupped the man’s face to respond.
Those in the villa witnessing this scene quietly tiptoed away, leaving the space to the couple.
After an unknown length of time, until Song Qiao’s lips tingled from the kissing, the man reluctantly released her pink lips.
Breathing heavily, she slumped entirely into his arms, her small hands clutching his shirt like someone who had been drowning and found rescue.
Only Lu Jingchen appeared unaffected except for the glint in his eyes. Everything else about him seemed normal, even his breathing remained steady, as if the long kiss left no impression on him.
With his distinctly jointed hand, he lifted her onto his thigh, letting her head rest on his shoulder, his other hand gently soothing her. His voice carried a low chuckle, "After all the kisses, haven’t you learned how to breathe while kissing? So silly!"
Song Qiao: "..." Is it her fault for not knowing how to breathe while kissing? Why does this man seem so unreasonable now?
She looked up at him with a glance, unable to resist raising her small head to kiss his chin, then slowly moved to his thin lips, her warm voice laced with laughter, "So, do you want to teach me how to breathe by hand?"
All at once, whether it was her initiative or her tenderness stirring something primal in the man, he quickly reacted, his voice growing deeper and huskier, "Alright, shall we continue? Hmm?"
However, just as he was about to lay his hands on her, Song Qiao deftly slipped out of his embrace, her feet landing on the floor in a blink, darting several steps away.
Lu Jingchen, momentarily caught off guard, was a bit stunned by her swift and seamless action.
But Song Qiao smiled brightly, darting over to the staircase and casting him a flirtatious look, her voice warm as she spoke, "I’m tired, I haven’t had a nap this afternoon. I’m going upstairs for a nap. Remember to call me for dinner."
With that, she dashed barefoot up to the second floor, as quickly as a little rabbit chased by a big bad wolf.