Song Sinian stood in the same spot, watching Lu Zhaozhao and silently withdrew his foot from his shoe, stepping back onto his slippers.
He reached out to pinch her small face, intently inspecting it twice before slowly asking, "Are you unhappy?"
"Yes, a little."
Lu Zhaozhao made no attempt to hide it, blinking her watery eyes, her brows and eyes slightly weary as she looked at Song Sinian.
Though she was unhappy, she didn't want to be a hindrance to Song Sinian.
She forced a smile, "If you have things to do, you should go ahead."
Song Sinian's gaze remained fixed on her small face, then suddenly pulled her close, bending his upper body near her and spoke word by word, "What should I do when you're unhappy? If I kiss you like before, would that make you feel better?"
"!!!"
Lu Zhaozhao's face instantly flushed red, her ears and neck also turning a deep shade of red.