Song Jia took a sip of wine and said calmly, "Let's put it this way. It's not that you and I don't want something, but we don't have any presets. In other words, you and I aren't the kind of people who look for answers with ulterior motives, so we didn't expect to get anything from others from the beginning."
Lu Zhen tilted her head. Song Jia's words seemed to have passed through her brain. Although there were some traces left, it was difficult for her to understand quickly under the influence of alcohol.
Her dazed expression was really cute. Song Jia's heart itched and he had the urge to pat her head. He also realized that Lu Zhen's reaction speed seemed to have slowed down. Was she drunk?
"Do you think so?" Song Jia asked in a gentler tone.
