Hearing Jin Zelin say this, Qin Song suddenly turned over.
Originally, he was lying flat, but now, after turning, he faced Jin Zelin.
A wall lamp was left on in the room, its light was very soft, and it gently fell on Qin Song's face, adding a touch of warmth to his cold features.
With just that turn of his face, Jin Zelin's gaze met Qin Song's eyes, and his heart trembled for a moment.
"What meaningful thing then?"
Qin Song's voice was deep, yet carried a hint of hoarseness.
"Um… you haven't chatted with me yet!"
"Your so-called meaningful thing is for me to chat with you?"
Jin Zelin laughed out loud, "Of course! Or else... cough cough..."
After Jin Zelin said this, he just felt... well, he made a mistake!
Why did it feel like he was protesting too much?
Jin Zelin, with a forced laugh, wondered why, the atmosphere was getting more and more awkward?
The atmosphere seemed to become a bit silent, and between the two of them... it was as if there was an undercurrent surging.
