Song Tingfan's suspicions shifted, his gaze landing on her shoulder, and his hand hesitated awkwardly.
After a long silence, he finally replied with a soft "hmm".
The woman sat up, probably because her undergarments were loose, and a faint glimpse of soft white was visible in the dim light.
His eyes froze for a moment but then shifted expressionlessly away, before sitting on the edge of the bed, gently massaging her shoulders with his hands.
Lin Qiao slyly glanced back at him, pondering how the antagonist seemed to be quite... good to her.
After a while, she felt it was sufficient, "That's enough."
Then she turned around, leaned in, and kissed him, but Song Tingfan dodged.
She feigned surprise, then unhappily cupped his face, leaned in to kiss him again, and then huffed, "Next time I won't let you kiss me either."
Her sudden closeness made Song Tingfan's entire body tense, the next moment he pushed her hand away, "It's late, let's sleep."
