"Zhaozhao, hug me."
Song Sinian slowly extended his hand and looked at her, his eyes downcast and filled with a hint of pity.
Without a second thought, Lu Zhaozhao shifted forward from her desk and reached out to hug Song Sinian standing beside her.
Due to the height of the desk, Song Sinian had to bend down to embrace her.
Lu Zhaozhao, with her neck tilted up resting on his shoulder, gently patted Song Sinian's back, "Did something upsetting happen?"
"…"
Song Sinian didn't respond because he couldn't think of a suitable reason right away.
He just felt that by saying this, Lu Zhaozhao would hold him; he wanted to comfort her, so even if he initiated, it could still comfort her, right?
Holding that thought, Song Sinian nuzzled his nose into the nape of her neck, then held her even tighter.
Lu Zhaozhao, who was initially curious about why Song Sinian suddenly asked for a hug—usually, he would answer whenever she asked.