A gentle tone, a whining voice, it seemed Song Qiao was still completely unaware of these changes in herself.
Perhaps she was used to her usual mild temperament, 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 come and squeeze next to me 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.
