For a moment, neither spoke. After a long time, Song Tingfan suddenly asked, "Will you stay with me, won't you?"
This was a difficult question for Lin Qiao to answer at the moment. Perhaps she didn't want to deceive him anymore, so she silently changed the topic, "Tingfan, don't overthink it, just go to sleep."
"Will you?" Song Tingfan persistently repeated.
Lin Qiao: "..."
She replied with reluctance, "Who else would I stay with if not you?"
Upon receiving her response, Song Tingfan inexplicably calmed down, turning to embrace her waist, "I will treat you well."
Lin Qiao nestled in his embrace without replying, not bothering to ponder the sincerity of his words. Perhaps she was just "giving in."
She dared not have any deeper feelings for the antagonist anymore.
At this moment, the man's deep voice sounded again, "Don't you believe me?"
Lin Qiao: "..."
