Song Sinian slowly raised his hand and touched her delicate face.
But he didn't dare to ask the question, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Song Sinian knew that if Lu Zhaozhao nodded in response to this question, it would definitely be his fault.
It was him acting recklessly, not considering her feelings.
She would hate him.
"Mr. Song." Lu Zhaozhao reached out and grabbed the hand he had raised, pulling it down.
Song Sinian's heart sank immediately; she must be angry, right?
His eyelids drooped slightly, still meeting her clear eyes.
What was she going to say next?
To ask him not to touch her ever again?
To say she hated him, or... that she didn't want to see him anymore?
His heart felt as if it had been suddenly pricked by a needle, pain stabbing him repeatedly.
He didn't like this feeling of being out of control; did he really need to chain her up to keep her from running away?