What a disgrace.
She actually hit me.
Noisy and chaotic, they arrived at the master bedroom door.
Lu Meng seemed a little nervous. She turned her head and lowered her voice to ask Song Yunchi, "What should we do?"
"What do you mean, what should we do?" Song Yunchi tilted his head, looking at the nervous and adorably silly Lu Meng, his mood inexplicably lightening up.
She was silly and goofy—actually quite… cute.
Like a tiny, soft kitten, wobbling unsteadily, pitifully pleading for attention from its owner.
"Should we knock on the door?" Lu Meng asked uncertainly.
"Of course."
"But what if sis-in-law is resting? Would we disturb her?"
Lu Meng was feeling very unsure of herself, not knowing whether she should knock on the door or how she would comfort Qiao An once they went in.
Her helpless demeanor stirred a protective instinct in the man. Song Yunchi reached out, gently ruffling her hair twice, reassuring her, "It's fine. Knock."
Since he said so, she decided to knock.
