"Why did you let him hug you?"
Li Qiao was lying on Shang Yu's chest, and when she heard this, she briefly froze for a second.
Then, thinking about how he hadn't answered the phone earlier, nor returned her messages, she closed her eyes, tilted up the corners of her mouth, and tugged at his collar a bit, "You saw that?"
In truth, strictly speaking, what she and Su Lao Si had shared couldn't even be considered a hug; their distance was even more proper and distant than some Western cheek-to-cheek greetings.
The man pressed down on his jaw, narrowed his eyes, and tightened his arms around her back, "Answer my question."
Li Qiao's mouth curved into a smile, her fingers lingering on his contours. She couldn't quite articulate the feeling in her heart, similar to sweetness, but not without a hint of slight helplessness.