Intimate

Just as Lu Zhen was about to stir the dumplings in the pot with the shovel, her waist suddenly tightened and she fell into a firm and warm embrace. She was shocked. She lowered her voice and said anxiously, "What if someone comes in later?!"

Song Jia lowered his head slightly and moved his lips closer to Lu Zhen's ear. He chuckled and said, "Can't I hug my girlfriend? It doesn't matter if I'm seen."

Lu Zhen nudged Song Jia's ribs with her elbow and said angrily, "You're thick-skinned, but I'm not!"

Seeing that Lu Zhen's ears were red, Song Jia's heart itched. He comforted her gently, "Don't worry, no one will come."

Song Jia's arm tightened slightly. Lu Zhen felt her body gradually heat up, and her bones seemed to have softened. Although she wanted to push Song Jia away, her body gradually relaxed and she leaned against him softly.

"What if someone comes…" Lu Zhen bit her lip, still feeling uneasy.