A gentle tone, a whining voice, it seed Song Qiao was still completely unaware of these changes in herself.
Perhaps she was used to her usual mild temperant, so when the man heard her speak now, his Adam’s apple couldn’t help but roll, and the next second he stood up and sat down next to her, his hand unconsciously wrapping around her waist.
When Song Qiao saw Lu Jingchen stand up and sit next to her, she subconsciously wanted to stand up, not knowing why, but she always felt that Lu Jingchen like this was too dangerous, making her subconsciously want to avoid him. Yet before she could even stand up, or even make a move, his strong hands gripped her tightly by his side.
"Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? There are plenty of seats over there, why co and squeeze next to on this sofa?" The two were so close they could almost hear each other breathe, his strong masculine scent surrounding her, making her feel trapped, completely enveloped by him.
Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to the small face in front of him and couldn’t resist, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, his voice gentle with a hint of slight amusent, "Qiaoqiao, don’t look at other n like that in the future, not every man can restrain himself like I can."
The man whispered in her ear, as if they were lovers.
Song Qiao was stunned, and for a mont, she didn’t quite grasp the aning of Lu Jingchen’s words.
The man, seeing Song Qiao’s sowhat dazed expression, couldn’t help but chuckle softly, lifted her chin and kissed her again, laughing, "Mrs. Lu, sotis seeing your innocent look... it’s really adorable."
By now if Song Qiao still didn’t understand the aning of Lu Jingchen’s previous words, then it really would be a problem with her intelligence.
She felt her face heating up, and it wasn’t until he stopped kissing her lips and slightly moved back that she clenched her teeth and punched his shoulder, cursing, "Lu Jingchen you pervert."
"Didn’t you call a beast yesterday?" His eyebrows arching slightly, he didn’t miss the opportunity to continue teasing her, his thumb caressing her chin, which felt very good, his eyes quietly watching her, as if peering deep into her eyes, "Why have you changed how you address now? Huh?"
Blatantly being a rogue, brazenly flirting with her in public, Song Qiao felt this man’s shalessness truly had no match.
She gently pushed him away to increase the distance between them, almost not needing to use much force, not knowing whether the man had not really planned to continue being intimate like this.
No wonder, by now, they had already attracted a lot of attention, especially many girls couldn’t help but look in their direction.
Showcasing affection in public like this really was a bit shaful.
Most importantly, what if so single bystander couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to make trouble?
Moving to the side to increase the distance between them, Lu Jingchen didn’t continue to trouble her and let go of her chin.
"Sotis you really are kind of beastly. You said I was your first woman, I almost didn’t believe it." She laughed softly, her delicate pale fingers tracing circles on the rim of her cup, repeatedly caressing it, her small face full of smiles, "Honestly, Lu Jingchen, am I really your only woman?"
The man’s eyes just watched her small face closely from a short distance, his voice deep as he asked directly from his throat, "Do you want to know?"
"Yes, why would I ask if I didn’t want to know?" Song Qiao lifted her small face, staring directly at him without evasion, her voice soft as usual, sounding extrely comfortable to others’ ears, "Don’t worry, no matter how many you say there are, I won’t make a fuss about it."
Throughout, the man’s gaze seed to never leave that face. Among the won he knew, Song Qiao was not the most beautiful, but definitely the most pleasing to the eye, especially that exquisite little face, where the features ca together to give a warm feeling, as if with every frown or smile, she could lt a man’s heart.
With slightly parted lips, the man was still smiling, but that smile now held a deeper aning, "If I told you that you really are my only woman, would you believe it?"
Being gazed at by Lu Jingchen like this, from the beginning’s calm, Song Qiao gradually started feeling very uneasy. However hard she tried to maintain her strong resistance, under this man’s gaze, it usually wouldn’t last long before it completely collapsed.
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