Lu Zhaozhao looked at Song Sinian, her eyes instantly curving into a joyous smile.
Why hadn't she noticed this adorable side of him before?
Her small hand lifted, and the tip of her index finger slowly traced down along his jawline, making her acutely aware of the delicate pulse quivering beneath his neck.
Feigning contemplation, she murmured, "Then I should choose a conspicuous spot to bite."
The afternoon breeze was gentle, and a warm wave enveloped the entire living room.
Three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Group's conference room.
The shareholders, all with unsightly expressions, looked at the plan in their hands but none dared to utter a word.
For a moment, the meeting room was eerily silent.
Zhao Xi stood beside Song Sinian, casting a glance at their master's neck. That touch of bright red was quite difficult to overlook.
He couldn't help but feel that Song Sinian seemed much calmer than usual, perhaps because of this.