"You…"
Before she could say anything, Song Sinian had already turned around and pinned her against the dining table.
Her little hands were braced on the front of the table, her back shielded by his tall figure, leaving no space for the cold air to penetrate.
"Shh, Zhaozhao, be good. You won't be cold in a moment." He gently coaxed her while grasping her waist with one hand.
Taken by surprise, Lu Zhaozhao found herself completely lying on the table, with only the tips of her toes barely touching the ground.
The next moment, just as Song Sinian mentioned, when the weight of his body fully came upon her, she was not cold at all.
The sudden thrill sent a wave of heat from her spine to her limbs and bones like a wildfire.
Had it not been for half of her body lying on the table, she would have already fallen onto the floor.
She let out a low moan, the lingering tone echoing in the dining room and striking her eardrums, making her entire soul tremble.
