Su Ruan saw him behaving normally and looked at him with some confusion.
What's going on? Why did an ancestral regression phenomenon appear in the Second World, yet he behaves completely normally in reality?
No, it's not that he behaves normally; it's that this is his normal state.
While thinking, Lu Shinian had already pulled her to the sofa to sit down.
He directly pulled her into his arms, his large hand tightly clasped around her waist, his head buried in the crook of her neck, almost greedily absorbing the scent from her body.
After not seeing each other for a few days, he seemed as if he hadn't seen her for a very long time, even his blood flowed with longing for her and repeatedly suppressed yet rising possessiveness.
"Ruan Ruan," Lu Shinian called softly, pulling back Su Ruan's drifting thoughts.
She blinked, only to realize at some unknown point she had ended up sitting on his lap.
Her earlobes slightly reddened, she softly said, "Weren't you on a mission?"
