Her eyes half-closed as she dodged his gaze, casually brushing a lock of hair that had fallen forward behind her ear. Her movements appeared careless, yet they carried an unprecedented allure. In a soft voice, she said, "Since you put it that way, of course I'll believe you. Your tone makes it sound as if you think I wouldn't believe you..."
"You indeed did not believe me." No sooner had she finished speaking than the man interrupted her, his voice low and tone indifferent, "If you believed me, would you still ask me that question?"
Song Qiao lowered her eyes and remained silent for a moment.
In her heart, however, she couldn't help but start to slander the man. With his skills, how could she possibly be his only woman?
Yet, hearing Lu Jingchen put it that way, Song Qiao felt a certain reassurance in her heart. The bit of unease brought on by Zuo Yuqing had now settled down peacefully.
