Xia Wenyan had intended to follow, but Zhao Xi, who had come with him, stopped him.
He could tell that Song Sinian's expression was not good and that Xia Wenyan's presence would be of no use; it was perhaps better to leave only Lu Zhaozhao there.
Meanwhile, Lu Zhaozhao, who had followed Song Sinian through the door, stumbled and almost fell due to his rapid pace.
"Song..."
Her small mouth hadn't even had a chance to say something when Song Sinian pressed her against the recently closed door.
Song Sinian's large hand tightly gripped her lower back, while his other hand clasped the back of her neck.
He leaned over slightly, his kisses raining down without any technique or order.
Whether it was because he had walked too hurriedly just before, his breath was very chaotic, its heat falling upon her small face.
Lu Zhaozhao's breathing became noticeably irregular, influenced by this breath.
She even felt a bit dizzy and short of oxygen.