Seeing her face darken with a slight frown on her brow, Lu Jihan raised his hand to gently stroke her delicate brows and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"I won't allow you to overthink anymore." He declared emphatically.
His ardently covetous gaze endlessly pursued Song Yinyin's lovely face. Every expression of hers was like flickering flames in the night, the tiny sparks testing his suddenly parched emotions.
Song Yinyin thought it over and felt that Lu Jihan was absolutely right.
She nodded, shook her head, and cast away the inappropriate thoughts from her mind: "You're right, I shouldn't overthink."
"That's more like it."
He raised his hand and lightly flicked her nose.
Looking down and noticing that she was wearing high heels, he said, "Let me carry you back to the car. Don't twist your ankle."
Saying that, he turned around and bent down, offering Song Yinyin his broad back.
Song Yinyin's heart trembled slightly, watching the broad shoulders and back motionless.
