After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 254 - 253 Do You Need Me to Hold Your Hand

Chapter 254: Chapter 253: Do You Need Me to Hold Your Hand?

Chapter 254: Chapter 253: Do You Need Me to Hold Your Hand?

Song Sinian sat on the sofa, holding Lu Zhaozhao in his arms with his neck pressed against her nape, his voice low, “Do you want to know?”

Lu Zhaozhao was only concerned about being slandered and had not anticipated the “danger” quietly approaching.

She nodded, “Yes, I want to know.”

Song Sinian’s lips gently grazed her nape, “Zhaozhao, give me a kiss.”

Lu Zhaozhao paused, then turned her head and left a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s not enough.” Song Sinian turned her around in his arms as if bargaining and rubbed his nose against hers. “I’m quite petty, you know. You always ask about other men in front of me, and it upsets me.”

Lu Zhaozhao was amused by his words.

Her eyes curved, leaning in his embrace, holding his cheeks, smilingly looking at him, “My Mr. Song now knows when he’s upset?”

Her gaze met his, and past scenes flashed through her mind.

There was a time when he was a man who didn’t know how to express his feelings, but now he had started to act coquettishly with her.

Lu Zhaozhao watched the changes in Song Sinian with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

She reached up to embrace his neck and lifted her chin to bite down on his neck.

At that moment, Song Sinian had just looked down, and her mouth perfectly bit onto his Adam’s apple.

Both were startled.

The next second, Lu Zhaozhao was pinned down on the sofa by Song Sinian, his body’s weight gradually pressing down, and the soft cushions of the sofa slowly sinking with her shape. Lu Zhaozhao, restrained by his arms on the sofa, found her heart racing.

“Song, Song, Song…” Lu Zhaozhao began to stutter.

Song Sinian propped himself up, leaning close to her ear, his voice hoarse, “At times like this, I prefer to be called something else.”

Lu Zhaozhao was already weak from hearing his hoarse, restrained voice.

Not to mention what more excessive things he would do to her later.

Lu Zhaozhao’s little hands pressed against Song Sinian’s chest, her face flushed, and she stammered in panic, “We, we still haven’t finished discussing the important matter? My third brother, he… um…”

Her words were cut off, completely blocked by him.

His lips leisurely traced the shape of her lips, slow and unhurried.

Yet every time she thought he was going to let her go, he intensified again.

Feeling his increasingly close body heat, Lu Zhaozhao was somewhat dazed, her head feeling foggy, and unconsciously, she was completely led by Song Sinian.

When Song Sinian slowly released her, he saw her looking as if she had been bullied, her eyes red and moist.

Soft, pitifully adorable, it made one want to ravage her all over again.

Song Sinian’s hand gently caressed her lips, his voice hoarse, “Do you still want to ask the previous question?”

Lu Zhaozhao suddenly came back to her senses, her little face instantly blushing crimson.

Covering her eyes with her hands, she said, “Ask, ask, what exactly does my third brother plan to do?”

Song Sinian looked at Lu Zhaozhao covering her cheeks, smiling playfully, thinking she was incredibly cute.

He slowly stretched out his hand, pulled one of her small hands to his lips, and gently bit it, “Since you want to listen, Mrs. Song, you’ll need to concentrate now.”

Lu Zhaozhao felt an inexplicable shiver and always felt that Song Sinian’s gaze was off, very off…

She thought his look seemed like he wanted to devour her.

Could it just be her imagination?

Lu Zhaozhao couldn’t help but swallow and was about to concentrate as Song Sinian had instructed when he suddenly pulled her hand down.

She instantly remembered what Song Sinian had done to her before and immediately understood what he was about to do.

Her entire face turned as red as a shrimp ball, and she buried it in Song Sinian’s chest, “Don’t…”

Her small hand tried to pull back, but he gripped it tightly against his chest.

Song Sinian’s nose rubbed against the nape of her neck, and he chuckled lightly, curling his lips, “Mrs. Song, you need to concentrate…”

His eyes gradually darkened as he turned his head to look at her neck, which had reddened slightly due to his light breaths, and he suckled it repeatedly.

She struggled uncomfortably in his arms, her slender fingers deeply hooked into his back, crumpling his neat shirt.

Lu Zhaozhao felt like she suddenly rode a roller coaster, her heart violently thrown high, ascending above the clouds, then turning into a cluster of storm clouds, bursting vigorously amidst thunder and lightning…

Eventually, it turned into a fine rain falling down.

When Song Sinian saw she had no strength left in her body, he slowly let go of her small hand and instead grabbed her ankle, pulling her down fiercely.

“Mmm…” Lu Zhaozhao moaned, her pale legs tightly grasped by his large hand, her slender, beautiful ankles glaringly evident.

They felt soft and pliable in his heated palm.

Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes widened suddenly, stretching out her hand to push him away, but he leaned in very slowly.

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Her small hand against his skin, she couldn’t help but tremble, “I, I, I can’t listen anymore…”

Song Sinian seemed to ignore her words, merely asking softly, “Do you need me to hold your hand?”

Lu Zhaozhao was slightly startled, and his large hand took hold of both of her small hands.

Now… she couldn’t run away anymore.

Lu Zhaozhao looked at Song Sinian with a bit of a cry and laugh, only to hear him looking at her with a knowing expression, hoarsely saying word by word, “So you like this…”

What followed, Lu Zhaozhao could no longer hear clearly, her consciousness seemed to be dragged into chaos, her entire being floating, only the hands Song Sinian held felt continuously warm, comforting…

As late autumn was already quite cold, the temperature difference inside and outside quickly steamed up the windows.

By the time water droplets rolled down the window glass, Lu Zhaozhao was lying on the couch asleep again.

A blanket covered her body, and her fringed forehead was still slightly damp.

Song Sinian sat below the couch, his uncovered back crisscrossed with scratch marks, even bearing traces of blood in some areas.

His dark eyes blinked slightly as he looked at Lu Zhaozhao sleeping on the couch, gently caressing her tired face, feeling somewhat remorseful.

He shouldn’t have been so rough with her just now, at least… he should have restrained himself a bit.

But some things, once touched, seem like an addiction, the more you want to restrain, the more you want to swallow it whole.

“Bzzz bzzz bzzz…”

A phone’s ringtone suddenly broke the silence in the room, Song Sinian’s brows furrowed slightly, he glanced at the name on the phone and slowly reached out to pick it up from the table—