"I'm not going to let you touch me. Do you think I would forgive you easily just by saying a few words about liking me?" Changqing lowered her head, feeling extremely aggrieved, and she said, "Liking someone isn't about saying it. You might say you like me, but the moment something happens to Song Yunyang, you would still abandon me and leave. I don't want to be a spare tire or a shield."
Song Chuyi watched quietly as her eyes gradually reddened. He loosened his grip on her arm and said gently, "Alright, I'll take it down a notch. There's still a long way to go and I have plenty of opportunities to prove myself. You're tired today too—take a nap first."
After finishing his piece, he bent down, picked her up and walked towards the bed.
"Don't think I will forgive you just because you carried me to sleep. Put me down. I want to drink some water before sleeping." Changqing pouted and kicked. "I'm thirsty."