A Hug (7)

Song Qingchun was startled before cautiously raising her head to look at Su Zhinian. Her cute and ditzy manner tickled Su Zhinian's funny bone, and even his eyes started to smile. His hand that was placed upon her head couldn't help but ruffle her long hair. "You must be tired after talking for so long. How about we have something to eat first?"

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian's impossibly handsome face and blinked twice wordlessly.

When Song Qingchun was going through her story, Su Zhinian had heard the rumbling in her stomach. Even though he asked a question, after he said so, he immediately turned around to call the waitress to serve the rest of the food.

However, before he could walk away, Song Qingchun reached out to grab his sleeve and asked with uncertainty, "You're really not mad?"

Su Zhinian tilted his head sideways and saw the anxiety festering at the bottom of the girl's eyes.