Song Di was left with no dignity, his face turned completely red, thoroughly embarrassed, and he simply confessed generously: "Yes, I am interested in you. You are still the mother of my child, I have always been interested in you, but this doesn't mean that I would really do anything to you. I just think about it, that's all."
Ding Lan's breath hitched, and her hand froze.
Song Di lowered his voice again and said, "If you don't let go, I really don't know if I can control myself, I might end up doing something more indecent."
Ding Lan was also slightly flushed by his words, her hand involuntarily let go. She turned her face away, released Song Di, and turned her back to him.
Seeing her like this, Song Di sighed and said, "Lanlan, I really like you, otherwise I wouldn't act this way. Call me indecent if you must, I have no image left with you anyway, I realized this long ago."
"Just go." Ding Lan took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to see you right now."
