With a tender tone and a slightly indignant manner, it seemed Song Qiao was still completely unaware of these changes in herself.
Perhaps accustomed to her typically mild and indifferent demeanor, the man involuntarily swallowed when he heard her words. The next second, he got up and sat down beside her, his hand instinctively wrapping around her waist.
When Song Qiao saw Lu Jingchen get up and sit down next to her, she instinctively wanted to stand up. For some reason, she always felt that Lu Jingchen, in this state, was too dangerous. It made her subconsciously want to escape. However, before she could even stand up or make a move, she was already firmly held in place by his strong hands.
