Mr. Lu didn't notice Zhou Sinin's little movements.
In fact, men in their "wise time" are usually in a self-protective state, not thinking too much about anything.
Zhou Sinin slipped out of the bathroom, quickly turned off all the lights in the room, and snuggled back into the man's arms, unable to hide the joy in her eyes and smile.
"Why are you so happy?"
Lu Jincheng locked his screen and put down his phone.
In the darkness, he could still see the two dimples at the corners of Zhou Sinin's mouth.
"No, I'm not."
The girl pressed her lips together, her soft, cotton-candy-sweet voice gaining a coy, seductive edge.
After cuddling for a few minutes, Zhou Sinin brushed her hair to the other side, lifted her chin, rolled over, and lay on Lu Jincheng's chest to ask:
"Hey, aren't people supposed to say something at a time like this?"
The flush on her face hadn't faded completely, and her eyes were shining and dewy, reflecting the lazy outline of Lu Jincheng.
