Lu Beichen suddenly asked, "Did you take care of Shen Congjun like this before?"
There was a tinge of jealousy in his voice, and even his raised brows carried a bit of mischief. The usually gentle and calm man acted like a child throwing a tantrum when drunk.
It seems that every man has a child living inside him. He showed it so openly in front of Ji Niandong, who didn't mind his nonsense. Ignoring that person's name, she replied with a hint of a smile, "Not everyone acts like a lord when they're drunk!"
"So, you're saying no?" He leaned over, pulled her into his arms, and asked with his head tilted, "Serving me so diligently, does it mean you're in love with me?"
His voice was even more low and pleasant, yet he just clung to her like a rascal.
The initial nervousness of moving in together suddenly eased away, and it just felt light and warm.
Ji Niandong took a breath and patiently asked, "Little Uncle, do you want to go back to the room to rest?"
