His neckline slightly open, the attractive lines of his collarbone faintly visible.
Lu Zhaozhao's gaze shifted back to Song Sinian's refined yet abstinent face, and she couldn't help but swallow.
Alright, she admitted that even if it happened again, she would still fall into it.
Lu Zhaozhao raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to calm down the emotions she just had, then forced a smile and looked at Song Sinian. "Mr. Song, let's have something to eat."
Saying this, she extended her small hand towards Song Sinian.
Song Sinian's gaze fell on her small hand, his brow and eyes faintly moved, and he took it.
But he didn't show any hint of getting up, as if he was in a mood.
Seeing this, Qian Hong immediately put down the tray she was holding, "Sir, ma'am, there's still a lot left to handle in the kitchen. Take your time with your meal. I guess it will take me a very long time to come back..."
She said this, nodded to both of them, and quickly left.
"…"