Sang Qiao's hands involuntarily clenched together. Why was there a countdown, and hadn't he said he wasn't getting sick anymore? Could it be that his words were just a deception to trick her?
But she didn't really want to keep playing this game of cat and mouse with him. She asked with some difficulty, "Didn't you say you didn't see it?"
"Qiaoqiao, hug me," Si Chenli with his tall stature stood in front of her, arms spread wide, his thin lips pressed tightly together revealing a hint of a plea for affection.
Sang Qiao cocked her head to one side, her curled eyelashes fluttered, and seeing that the man did not seem angry, she reluctantly stood up from the sofa and wrapped her arms around his waist.
She patted his back twice, as if to console a child, "Not angry anymore, huh?"
"Mhm," Si Chenli replied, clasping her around the waist, the corner of his lips curved up. He could hold Qiaoqiao for a lifetime, yet L could only do so once.
