Chapter 119: Chapter 119 You are Mr. Song, Song Sinian, you are my husband
Song Sinian had never felt such an urgent need to know everything about Lu Zhaozhao as he did now.
He could allow her to do anything, but only if those things didn’t harm her.
But now… it was clear that the things she was hiding had already hurt her, and he couldn’t stand by idly anymore.
Not knowing if he had pressed her cheek too hard, Lu Zhaozhao had woken up faintly.
“Um… Mr. Song…”
Her voice was soft and nasal, sounding pitiful.
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Song Sinian’s brows furrowed slightly as he stared at her, and just as he was about to speak, her tears started falling “plop, plop” from her eyes.
“Why are you crying now? Does it hurt a lot?” Song Sinian stretched out his hand to cradle her small face, gently wiping her tears.
Although he had seen Lu Zhaozhao cry hard before, no matter how many times, he couldn’t get used to it.
With a blink, her tears fell again, and she grabbed Song Sinian’s hand tightly, sniffled, and said, “Don’t leave, okay?”
“???”
Song Sinian raised his eyebrows. Had he mentioned leaving?
Seeing Song Sinian not responding, Lu Zhaozhao hugged his arm forcefully, “Song Sinian, don’t leave… I was wrong before, I’ll be good to you from now on, please don’t leave, okay?”
Her voice was filled with unspeakable urgency, as if speaking any slower would make him disappear.
Was it him that had kept her on edge recently?
Song Sinian didn’t understand, but still gently picked up Lu Zhaozhao, soothing her, “I’m not leaving, I’m right here with you, be good.”
Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips, staring at Song Sinian for a long time, as if seriously considering what he had just said.
After a moment, she weakly spoke, “Can you lie beside me?”
“Alright.” Song Sinian responded without any hesitation, succinctly.
Then, he lay down beside Lu Zhaozhao.
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“Is there anything else you want me to do?” Song Sinian lightly brushed her forehead hair with his hand, his eyes gently fixing on her.
Lu Zhaozhao extended her hand toward Song Sinian’s waist, snuggling her tiny body in.
Because she had taken fever medicine not long ago, her body was still a bit hot.
Clutching him tightly, her little hand soon started to fidget inside, tugging at his shirt.
Song Sinian’s brow furrowed slightly; he grasped her chin, looking at her a bit uncertainly.
Was this little one delirious?
Song Sinian’s deep voice came from above her head, “Zhaozhao, what are you doing?”
With her chin pinched, Lu Zhaozhao’s face all scrunched up; her eyes slightly red as she blinked, “I… I want to touch you…”
Her head was dizzy, and she couldn’t tell if the recent events were real or just her imagination.
Song Sinian sighed helplessly, completely baffled by Lu Zhaozhao’s thought process. However, seeing her looking all dazed and tearful, he was of course completely cooperative.
It wasn’t just touching; anything was okay at this point.
“Where do you want to touch?” He lay on his side facing Lu Zhaozhao, unbuttoning his shirt one by one with his hand.
From the collar to the hem, leaving only one loosely hanging.
Lu Zhaozhao couldn’t help but swallow, no longer crying.
Her little hand poked at his abs, and then she suddenly laughed, “Mr. Song, you have a really nice body…”
As she spoke, her hand followed the lines of his abs downwards, and just when she was about to continue, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Song Sinian’s dark pupils drooped, his desirous emotions in his eyes were already overwhelming.
“Behave, you can’t be naughty anymore.” His voice was husky, especially noticeable in the quiet night.
Lu Zhaozhao looked at Song Sinian and then at the hem of his clothes, “Can I make another request?”
“Sure,” Song Sinian’s dark eyes blinked, trying to calm down the turbulent heat in his heart.
Lu Zhaozhao shifted closer to him, nestled against his chest, and muttered softly, “Can you never leave me alone again?”
“…”
Song Sinian was clearly surprised by Lu Zhaozhao’s request.
After they got married, although they had communication issues at the start which led him to take a few business trips.
But to say “left behind” seemed a bit extreme, right?
And hadn’t he explained the situation clearly before?
Could it be that Lu Zhaozhao had always been concerned about this? Or maybe…
Song Sinian’s dark eyes narrowed and he raised his hand to pinch her small face, asking word by word, “Zhaozhao, who am I?”
Lu Zhaozhao tilted her head in puzzle, “You are Mr. Song, Song Sinian, my husband.”
Her dazed expression and highly accurate response relieved Song Sinian, but deep down his confusion intensified.
If Lu Zhaozhao wasn’t mistaken about who she was requesting this of, what exactly was making her so insecure?
Song Sinian pondered for a moment and then asked, “Are you very worried that I will leave you?”
Lu Zhaozhao nodded.
Song Sinian asked again, “Have I ever left you behind?”
At this, Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes reddened, and tears nearly fell in an instant.
“…”
It seemed this was the crux of the matter.
Song Sinian frowned slightly, reminded of Tian Xiangjun’s words that Lu Zhaozhao had suffered emotional trauma from a young age, making her more sensitive than most.
He was also someone who struggled to perceive other people’s emotional states.
Maybe Lu Zhaozhao had been hurt at some point, and he was oblivious.
Song Sinian sighed softly, reached out to embrace Lu Zhaozhao, and gently patted her back as he held her close, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you before, and I won’t do it again.”
“Mhm!” Lu Zhaozhao nestled further in his arms, “From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to die!”
As she said this, she lifted her small head up, looking resolutely at Song Sinian, “Will you promise me?”
Song Sinian was slightly taken aback, looking at her serious little face, and though he opened his mouth, no words came out.
He gently nodded, agreeing to Lu Zhaozhao’s request.
Yet a strange thought lingered in his mind.
Lu Zhaozhao had cried the first time they met, and she often cried when she was drunk.
She always paid extra attention to someone’s life and death, as if… if she didn’t watch carefully, that person could die at any moment.
Previously it was Xia Wenyan, then Xia Wenmo, and now it had turned to him.
It was as if… she knew they would die.
Song Sinian’s dark eyes slowly dropped, gazing at Lu Zhaozhao’s misty eyes and her particularly pained face.
The bizarre idea in his mind became clearer.
Had they once died in Lu Zhaozhao’s world?