Lu Jingchen looked down at the somewhat nervous Song Qiao in front of him and couldn't help but let out a wry smile. He had to admit, she seemed much more animated than usual, with her worries plainly written on her face as if she was afraid of upsetting his parents.
He placed a hand on her waist and took her hand with the other, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, and softly said, "You don't need to worry so much, we are just going back to see them, they won't be difficult with you."
Hearing him say this, Song Qiao felt a bit more at ease, but she was still somewhat concerned. However, all she could do was utter a soft 'oh', burying her head in Lu Jingchen's chest with a hint of coquetry, saying, "Don't move, just let me lean on you for a while."
Lu Jingchen stood still, allowing Song Qiao to lean on him. What Song Qiao didn't see was the subtle changes in his eyes after he had spoken those words, inscrutable shifts in emotion that were difficult to grasp.
