Originally, Song Song was indeed not very interested, but he quickly piqued her curiosity.
She had a feeling this seemed to be a long story...
Xiao Jinghuai felt her body relax a bit, not as tense as before, so he boldly held her tighter from behind, resting his chin directly on her slender shoulder, "Want to hear me tell a story?"
"...Mm."
Song Song pouted slightly in acknowledgment.
"What are you doing! Don't rest on my shoulder, it hurts."
Xiao Jinghuai refused to leave, acting childishly to insist, "It should hurt, so you'll remember, you're always my woman!"
— My woman!
He had never told her this before, at least not in her memory.
Though his words were domineering, they made her heart feel tender and warm.
She struggled a bit, "I—I want to hear the story, why did Uncle do that?"
