After Qingluan had finished her bath, Song Xiaodong just quickly washed up, then went to the room, closed the door, and went straight to the bedside.
"Qingluan, I've missed you." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Song Xiaodong gently held Qingluan's hand.
Qingluan originally wanted to play coy, but who knew Song Xiaodong would come on so strong with such tender words, instantly breaking down her defenses. In the dark, she looked at Song Xiaodong and opened her mouth, wanting to say, "I missed you too," but she really wasn't good at expressing herself. The words just wouldn't come out.
Song Xiaodong picked up Qingluan's small hand, brought it to his lips, and softly kissed it, saying: "My little Qingluan..." and then slowly kissed down along Biao Luan's hand.
"You... don't do this... I won't let you bully me... I... I..." Qingluan was used to this kind of refusal, but her body had already betrayed her, soft and powerless, offering no resistance at all.
