Mr. Lu didn't notice Zhou Sinin's small movements.
In fact, during Wise Time, a man is often in a state of self-preservation, avoiding excessive thinking.
Zhou Sinin slipped out of the bathroom, quickly turned off all the lights in the room, and returned to the man's embrace, her brows and eyes brimming with irrepressible joy.
"Why are you so happy?"
Lu Jincheng locked the screen and set down his phone.
In the darkness, he could still see the delicate dimples at the corners of Zhou Sinin's mouth.
"No, I'm not."
The girl pursed her lips, her soft and tender tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.
After lying in each other's arms for a few minutes, Zhou Sinin swept her hair to the other side, raised her chin, and flipped over to rest on Lu Jincheng's chest, asking.
"Hey, isn't this the time when people usually say something?"
The blush on her face hadn't faded completely, her eyes seemed to shimmer with a liquid glow, reflecting the lazy silhouette of Lu Jincheng.
