After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him Chapter 253 - 253 253 Im Very Petty

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: I’m Very Petty Chapter 253: Chapter 253: I’m Very Petty Song Sinian sat on the couch, pulling Lu Zhaozhao into his embrace, his neck pressing into the nape of hers. His tone was low as he murmured, “Do you want to know?”

Lu Zhaozhao was preoccupied with the matter of being slandered, not anticipating the “danger” that was silently approaching.

She nodded, “Mhm, I want to know.”

Song Sinian’s lips gently grazed the hollow of her neck. “Zhaozhao, give a kiss.”

Lu Zhaozhao paused, then turned her head to leave a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s not enough.” Song Sinian turned her around in his arms, rubbing his nose against hers playfully. “I’m quite petty, you see. When you keep asking about other n, it makes unhappy.”

Lu Zhaozhao was amused by his words.

With her eyes smiling, she leaned in his embrace and held his cheeks, looking at him with a playful twinkle, “My Mr. Song now recognizes when he’s unhappy?”

Her gaze t his, scenes from the past flashing through her mind.

There was a ti when he was a man who did not know how to express any emotions, but now, he had started to act coy with her.

Lu Zhaozhao, watching the changes in Song Sinian, experienced an indescribable sense of contentnt.

She wrapped her arms around Song Sinian’s neck and bit down on the flesh of his neck as she lifted her chin.

At that mont, Song Sinian just happened to be looking down, and her lips landed precisely on his Adam’s apple.

Both were montarily stunned.

The next second, Lu Zhaozhao found herself pressed against the sofa by Song Sinian, his weight pressing down gradually. The soft cushions of the sofa sank along with the contours of her body. Confined within his arms on the couch, Lu Zhaozhao’s heart began to race.

“Song, Song, Song…” Lu Zhaozhao began to stutter as soon as she spoke.

Song Sinian propped himself up and leaned close to her ear, his voice husky, “At tis like this, I prefer different nas.”

Lu Zhaozhao’s entire body tingled rely from hearing that restrained, husky voice of his.

Not to ntion what he might do to her next.

Lu Zhaozhao’s small hands pressed against Song Sinian’s chest, her face flushing red, her voice trembling, “We—we still haven’t finished our important discussion. My third brother, he—mmh…”

Her words were cut short as he swallowed them into silence.

His kisses were neither hurried nor slow, even leisurely, as he traced the outline of her lips with his own.

Just when she thought he would let her go, he beca unrestrained once again.

Feeling his body’s warmth drawing nearer, Lu Zhaozhao beca sowhat dazed; her mind was woozy, unconsciously letting Song Sinian lead her entirely by the nose.

Once Song Sinian slowly pulled away, he saw her looking like soone who had been bullied; her eyes were red and misty.

She appeared so soft and pitiable that one couldn’t help but want to ravage her once more.

Song Sinian’s hand gently caressed her lips, his voice rough, “Do you still want to ask that question?”

Lu Zhaozhao suddenly snapped back to reality, her face instantly flushing bright red.

Her small hands covered her eyes, “Ask, ask, ask—I—I want to know what exactly does my third brother plan to do?”

Song Sinian looked at Lu Zhaozhao, who was covering her face, with an almost-smiling gaze, finding her incredibly cute.

He slowly stretched out his large hand, pulling one of her small hands over, and brought it to his lips for a gentle, biting tease, “Since you want to listen, Mrs. Song better focus now.”

Lu Zhaozhao shivered inexplicably, always feeling that Song Sinian’s gaze on her was very odd, extrely odd…

She always felt like his gaze was about to devour her.

It must be her imagination, right?

Lu Zhaozhao couldn’t help but swallow, and just as she was about to concentrate as Song Sinian had suggested, he suddenly pulled her hand down.

She abruptly rembered what Song Sinian had done to her before and instantly realized what he was about to do.

Her fingertips, damp with moisture, made her so embarrassed that she buried her face directly into Song Sinian’s chest, “Don’t…”

Her small hand attempted to retreat, but he gripped it even tighter.

Song Sinian nuzzled her neck with his nose and curved his lips into a light smile, “Mrs. Song, you need to concentrate…”

His eyes deepened as he gazed at her neck, already blushed with desire, and started to suck on it tenderly.

She squird restlessly in his embrace, her slender fingers digging deeply into his back, wrinkles marring his neatly pressed shirt from her rubbing.

Lu Zhaozhao, held gently by him, felt like she’d suddenly boarded a roller coaster. Her heart was abruptly thrown high into the clouds, then it turned into a heavy rain cloud, bursting furiously amidst thunder and lightning…

At last, it turned into a fine rain that fell softly.

Song Sinian, seeing that she’d lost all her strength, slowly released her small hand and instead grasped her ankle, yanking her forcefully downward.

“Uh-huh…” Lu Zhaozhao let out a muffled groan as her pale legs rested upon his shoulders.

Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes widened suddenly, and she stretched out her small hand to stop him, only to be t with his slow and deliberate force, drawing closer to her.

Her small hand against his skin, her whole body could not help but tremble, “I, I just…”

“So, do you need to hold your hand?” Before Lu Zhaozhao could finish speaking, his large hand clasped both of her small ones.

Now… she couldn’t escape even more.

Lu Zhaozhao watched Song Sinian with a bittersweet smile, but then she heard him, with a knowing tone, say lowly, “So you like this…”

Lu Zhaozhao didn’t catch the rest as he fiercely pulled her hands toward him.

She felt as if she had been dragged into chaos, her entire being floating ethereally, with only her hands, firmly held by Song Sinian, remaining warm and reassuring…

The end of autumn was already quite cold, and the temperature difference between inside and outside quickly fogged up the windows with a barely perceptible layer of vapor.

As water droplets rolled down the glass, Lu Zhaozhao was already lying on the couch, asleep once more.

A blanket covered her body, and the damp fringe on her forehead was still moist.

Song Sinian sat beneath the sofa, his back bare and crisscrossed with red scratches, so even streaked with blood from her nails.

His dark eyes blinked as he watched Lu Zhaozhao sleeping on the couch, gently caressing her tired face, feeling sowhat remorseful.

He shouldn’t have been so rough with her just now, at least… he should have restrained himself a bit.

But so things, once touched, are like bewitchnt; the more you try to restrain, the more you want to devour it entirely.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

In the silence of the room, a cellphone suddenly rang. Song Sinian’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, glanced at the na on the phone, and slowly reached out to pick it up from the table—