After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 100 - Mr. Song, Didn’t We Agree to Go for a Walk?

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Mr. Song, Didn’t We Agree to Go for a Walk?

Her body suddenly soared into the air, fiercely pinned against a solid chest.

The intense pressure made her let out a low cry, like a small milk cat in the rain whimpering after being drenched.

The pitiable sound carried the tone of a baby.

Taking a deep breath, Song Sinian’s nose filled with her scent, sweet enough to make one want to swallow it all at once.

His heart thumped wildly with urgency; although he was hugging her tightly, he felt it was still not enough.

His nose rested against Lu Zhaozhao’s shoulder, his head buried in the nape of her neck.

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His handsome face tilted slightly, rubbing his thin lips against her neck before gazing into her clear, water-like eyes, murmuring softly, “May I?”

Song Sinian’s chin lifted slightly, brushing his nose cutely against hers.

The string in Lu Zhaozhao’s head snapped in an instant; she had no clue what Song Sinian wanted to do, but given his actions, what more did she need?

Just agree and it’s done.

She nodded slightly, and before she could utter another word, Song Sinian’s lips pressed against hers.

Different from his earlier eagerness, he didn’t pounce fiercely but instead lingered tenderly between her lips and teeth.

Again and again, his teasing made her anxious.

She suddenly hugged Song Sinian’s neck, returning his advance with a fierce momentum.

Although Lu Zhaozhao had been close with Song Sinian before, she hadn’t improved much “technically” and still kissed messily.

Yet her bravery easily inflamed Song Sinian, sending his blood boiling.

His large hands gripped her waist, kissing with much greater intensity than before.

Lu Zhaozhao gradually struggled, her feet weakened as she slid down from Song Sinian’s neck, her little face flushed, her soft body leaning on the strong hands clenching at her waist, hanging limply against him.

Her breath grew heavier, and amidst the silence, only the sound of their kisses echoed through the empty corridor.

“Ah…” Lu Zhaozhao could hardly take it anymore, lightly tapping Song Sinian, seeking a moment to breathe.

Thankfully, this time Song Sinian obediently paused.

Lu Zhaozhao hung in his embrace, gasping heavily.

Just now, her mind had been blank, filled with nothing but Song Sinian.

Now having calmed down, Lu Zhaozhao remembered they were at the hospital, and Xia Wenmo was still undergoing surgery.

She glanced up at Song Sinian, his eyes, flushed with emotion, shimmering like sunlight on water.

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She stared, dazed for a while, before finally snapping back to her senses, “Mr. Song, didn’t we agree to go for a walk?”

And they must have been out for a while now, right?

She had no idea about the status of Xia Wenmo’s surgery.

The hospital was still so quiet; nothing must have gone wrong, right?

Song Sinian’s dark eyes slightly lowered, the desire in them not dissipating from their earlier contact but seemingly growing more intense.

Lu Zhaozhao didn’t know how much restraint he needed to stop himself under the current circumstances.

He swallowed slightly, his gaze shifting to the windowsill, trying not to continue that train of thought.

“I took you for a walk only to distract you. Given the situation… the goal is more or less achieved. There’s no need to dwell on the process,” he said.

He wouldn’t admit that he pulled her away because everyone from the Xia Family got a hug but not him, causing him to feel upset.

Lu Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows slightly, “Then shall we head back now? I think it’s about time, and about my third brother… mmm…”

She hadn’t finished her words when Song Sinian grabbed her neck again.

She didn’t even have room to breathe before she was forced into blending breaths with him once more.

Song Sinian seemed to handle each time more skillfully than the last, leaving Lu Zhaozhao powerless to defend herself.

After a few repeats of this, by the time Song Sinian finally let her go, Lu Zhaozhao was completely drained of strength.

Her whole body just softened and leaned into his embrace.

Song Sinian scooped her up with one hand, startling Lu Zhaozhao, who instinctively wrapped her arms around his head.

She had always known Song Sinian was strong, but this single-handed princess carry was a bit shameful for her.

“Mr… Mr. Song?”

“I’ll carry you downstairs for a walk. Be good and don’t move around,” said Song Sinian, his large hand gently patting her, with the center of his palm conveniently resting on the small of her back, soft and tender.

Lu Zhaozhao, not understanding but still compliant, laid her head on his shoulder without fidgeting.

“Didn’t you just say the result would be the same, so why go for a walk downstairs?”

Her voice was soft, with a nasal tone of someone who had been bullied.

Song Sinian’s steps suddenly paused as he descended the stairs; the traces of her breathing gently swept across the back of his neck, inexplicably rousing a heat within him.

The fire escape was already somewhat cool, yet it did nothing to lower his temperature.

Song Sinian took a deep breath and spoke calmly, “I was just worried that later on, if the Xia Family asks where you went, you would have trouble answering, so I’m taking you out for a walk.”

“Uh…”

Lu Zhaozhao was suddenly at a loss.

If she really was questioned by the Xia brothers, couldn’t she just lie?

Her eyebrows lifted slightly as she suddenly thought of their Song Sinian, who never lied.

Alright, alright.

His concern wasn’t unwarranted.

It was quite possible that if the Xia brothers asked, Song Sinian might just honestly answer for her.

Better to go for another walk downstairs than face social death.

Thinking so, Lu Zhaozhao simply found a comfortable position to lean on his shoulder.

The weather hadn’t been cold recently, so Lu Zhaozhao wore only a pair of capris when she came that morning.

Being held by Song Sinian in such a way, her pants were hiked up quite a bit, revealing her beautifully slender calves.

Her small feet dangled, and the shoes that were originally hung upon her feet were visibly loose.

Just as Lu Zhaozhao was about to ask Song Sinian to stop, she suddenly felt her foot become light, and her shoe was actually slipped off by him.

“Is it cold?” His soft voice echoed in the vacant stairwell.

The deep tones, with their reverberations, were even more magnetic.

Lu Zhaozhao was momentarily stunned, until a scalding warmth on her foot snapped her back to reality.

She looked at him weakly, “I, I’m not cold.”

Song Sinian’s palms were burning hot, one large hand completely enveloping her small feet.

This action, so full of boyfriend energy, inexplicably made Lu Zhaozhao’s face flush red; why could he stir her so easily with just a casual gesture!

Forget being cold, her face was now as red as a boiled shrimp!

Her whole being was in a state of feverish excitement!