Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Is She Overthinking It?

Song Sinian buried his head in her bosom and thought about what Lu Zhaozhao had done for him before. He subconsciously nuzzled into her embrace and muttered in a muffled voice, “I feel a little uncomfortable.”

His voice was low, and since Lu Zhaozhao couldn’t see his face, her heart couldn’t help but grow more worried.

In his previous life, Song Sinian had suffered from severe depression, which she had completely overlooked.

Now that she was aware of it in this life, she couldn’t let Song Sinian continue to struggle alone.

She hugged Song Sinian with her arms and gently stroked his head, “Does this make you feel a bit better?”

Lu Zhaozhao’s voice was soft yet filled with tenderness.

She knew that for Song Sinian, the emotional logic of normal people simply didn’t make sense, but by reversing his behavior, it was quite understandable.

His recognition of actions like kisses, hugs, and pats was limited to when she felt bad emotionally.

So when he sought a hug voluntarily, it indicated that his discomfort was emotional.

Song Sinian slowly looked up at Lu Zhaozhao, hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently.

The suffocating pain in his chest did indeed alleviate greatly after hugging Lu Zhaozhao.

But the subsequent irksome heaviness persisted, lingering in his chest, inescapable.

Suddenly, Lu Zhaozhao leaned down and her rosy lips tenderly kissed his forehead.

Song Sinian was stunned, his deep gaze met her eyes, which held a light smile, “Is this a reward?”

Except for the last reward, Lu Zhaozhao had never kissed him when she was sober.

“Uh…” Lu Zhaozhao paused, “This isn’t a reward, it’s… it’s… consolation!”

That explanation should be okay, right?

“…”

Song Sinian didn’t speak, just stared at Lu Zhaozhao with great seriousness, as if pondering her words.

Lu Zhaozhao felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, almost as if she had just conned him.

She pursed her lips and eventually couldn’t help but explain further, “Actually, kisses can express many things, like consolation, rewards, happiness, or even sadness. It’s quite normal between husband and wife.”

“Quite normal between husband and wife…” Song Sinian repeated this phrase to himself, his eyes flickering slightly, “Then, can I do the same to you?”

Lu Zhaozhao nodded, “Yes, of course you can, whenever you want.”

After saying this, as if suddenly remembering something, she quickly added, “But, matters between husband and wife are private, so, it should only be done when we’re alone.”

Thinking back to when Song Sinian had kissed her in front of Doctor Tian made Lu Zhaozhao’s toes curl in embarrassment.

Song Sinian seemed to understand and nodded, then buried his head back in her embrace.

He took a deep breath, the orange-scented fragrance belonging to Lu Zhaozhao entering his lungs through his nose, causing him to tighten his arms inadvertently.

Being enveloped in her scent always gave him an indescribable feeling, as if… completely secure.

He really wanted to keep holding her like this.

She wouldn’t refuse, would she?

As Song Sinian thought this, his black eyes narrowed slightly, she… seemed to have always complied.

No matter whether he kissed or hugged her, she had never rejected him. So could he… be a bit more presumptuous?

Song Sinian lifted his chin slightly and looked at Lu Zhaozhao patting his back, his voice low and a bit hoarse, “Zhaozhao, kiss me again.”

“!!!”

Whether out of shyness or not, after saying this, Song Sinian involuntarily looked away, not continuing the eye contact.

Good heavens, was he unconsciously acting spoiled towards her?

Lu Zhaozhao’s heart leapt wildly.

However, on the surface, she pretended to be completely at ease, cradling Song Sinian’s handsome face in her small hands, looking at him with a smile, “If I kiss you, would you feel better?”

This was a question that Song Sinian had previously asked her, although at that time he genuinely just wanted to know how she felt, it still made her blush with embarrassment.

So now, when she used the same question on him, it was a kind of small “retaliatory attack.”

Song Sinian’s dark eyes lowered slightly, giving Lu Zhaozhao a glance, “I… am not too clear.”

He just desired it.

Every time she kissed him, he could feel his heart rate quicken noticeably and a fulfilling sensation at the bottom of his heart.

He had initially thought it was a side effect of the new medicine, and after visiting Doctor Tian, she explained it was due to heightened emotions.

Later, once she knew it involved Lu Zhaozhao, she told him to just let his heart race more often.

Although he didn’t understand why he should do it more often, he wanted to… even if Doctor Tian hadn’t mentioned it.

But why?

Is this emotion what liking someone feels like?

Hearing his response, a trace of guilt flashed across Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes.

She lowered her head, caressed his face, and kissed him on the forehead, followed by the eyes, the bridge of the nose, the lips, the chin…

“It doesn’t matter if you’re not sure how you feel,” Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes curved, her smile extra radiant, “We can take it slow, and you can give me feedback from your other senses, for instance…”

At this, she lifted a small hand and intertwined her fingers with Song Sinian’s.

“Look, compared to me, the palm of your hand is warmer, and your hands are so much bigger.”

Song Sinian’s gaze fell upon her small hand, and his large hand gently grasped hers back, “Your skin is very white, very soft, it feels as though a gentle grip would leave a clear mark…”

As he spoke these words and raised his eyes to look at Lu Zhaozhao, he asked, “Does this… count as feedback?”

“Eh… of course, of course it does.”

Lu Zhaozhao glanced at her hand, instinctively replying.

The words he spoke seemed fine, but why did she feel something odd about them?

Was she overthinking it?

Song Sinian’s long arm embraced Lu Zhaozhao tightly in his arms, “You are also soft, fragrant, very pleasant to the touch.”

“…”

Eh?!

As Lu Zhaozhao saw Song Sinian’s words charging towards an 18+ direction, she hurriedly cradled his face, looking to halt him in his tracks.

“That… uh, that, this should mean you like things that are soft and fragrant, Mr. Song likes soft and fragrant things…”

Song Sinian paused to reflect for a moment. Soft things? Fragrant things?

Did he like them?

He almost immediately denied it; he didn’t particularly like soft or fragrant things.

It was just that these qualities were characteristics exhibited by Lu Zhaozhao, and so he found them pleasing.

And she had just made overly forward suggestions, yet she had not refused him.

She had also mentioned that kissing is a common behavior between husband and wife.

So getting married could not only keep her tied to his side but also allow for such intimacy…

Song Sinian’s nose nuzzled gently in her embrace, his voice carrying a pleasurable lilt, “Zhaozhao, I want more…”