Shi Nuan: "..."
She blinked, as if not understanding, to appease him? How?
"The clock is ticking..." the man spoke again: "Remember: If you can't appease me, no lunch for you!"
Shi Nuan: "..."
She couldn't quite describe how she felt inside; it was somewhat complicated.
Because she was well aware that by saying this, Song Yansheng actually showed that he was not angry anymore.
He indulged her, gave her tolerance and respect, instantly pulling back the seemingly irreparably cold relationship to its original state.
Should she be moved? Maybe!
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly; she lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, but still extended her hands, gently, slowly, and even with a trace of tremor, wrapping them around the man's strong waist.
Her soft and petite body leaned in as well.
Song Yansheng was slightly taken aback, because if he remembered correctly, this was the first time Shi Nuan had taken the initiative to hug him.
