Tang Song looked at her gentle face, his head slightly leaning forward.
Gao Mengting's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly propped up his chest with her hand, "Hey, partner, I have reason to suspect you're being a rogue."
Although her tone was firm, her body was exceptionally soft, and she didn't struggle to break free.
This was the first time she had embraced Tang Song for so long.
The distinct muscle contours and the handsome and tall features made her dizzy.
Safety, harmony, and happiness, once these things combine, they might seem like love, almost equivalent to love, but they're ultimately not love.
Previously, she was always perplexed whether her feelings for Tang Song were because of the sense of security and happiness he brought.
But at this moment, the strong physiological response reminded her that it really wasn't.
"Love is primarily an instinct. Either you're born with it or you never will be."
Just didn't know what her partner felt about her at that moment.
