Mr. Lu didn't notice Zhou Sinin's little movements.
In fact, during Wise Time, many men are in a state of self-protection and tend not to overthink.
Zhou Sinin slipped out of the bathroom, quickly turned off all the lights in the room, returned to his embrace, her brows and eyes brimming with unconcealable joy.
"Why are you so happy?"
Lu Jincheng locked his screen and set down the phone.
In the darkness, he could still see the pair of small dimples at the corners of Zhou Sinin's lips.
"No, it's not like that."
The girl pressed her lips together, her sweet and soft tone carrying a hint of coyness.
They lay cuddled together for a few minutes before Zhou Sinin brushed her hair to one side, raised her chin, flipped over to lie on Lu Jincheng's chest, and asked:
"Hey, isn't this the kind of moment when you're supposed to say something?"
The crimson on her face hadn't completely faded, her eyes seemingly shimmering with water, reflecting the languid silhouette of Lu Jincheng.
