Song Zhen was dissatisfied that she merely rested her hand on his shoulder.
His large hand pulled her small one, dragging it down until she was bending at the waist, and his upper body snuggled into her embrace. Only then did he grasp her hand contentedly, maintaining this closeness.
Gu Xinzhou's face was burning up.
In the past, when she fancied him, he was so serious and unapproachable, never exuding this kind of shameless vibe.
Why had he suddenly become like this?
The seriousness was a facade, his inner slyness was his true nature, and being unapproachable was an illusion that dissipated until even his coldness vanished.
Song Zhen opened his eyes suddenly.
He turned on his side, resting on her legs and looking up at her, "Don't let your mind wander, I'm only like this with you."
Gu Xinzhou was speechless, "I'm not letting my mind wander."
"You've been sighing all the way here, acting as if marrying me is such a grievance. Isn't that letting your mind wander?"
