Song Baiyan supported her with his left hand, which wore a watch, while his right hand gently caressed her back: "It's not even late, and you're already having a midnight snack?"
Tang Li heard this and slightly loosened her grip.
"I brought along some pig stomach chicken." The takeout bag was held near Song Baiyan's shoulder, and her intertwined fingers touched the stubble on the man's neck. She didn't move her fingertips away but instead stroked the shirt collar and added, "If you don't like it, I can help finish it."
Song Baiyan seemed to sigh lightly: "You wanted to eat, and now you're using some other pretext."
Tang Li denied it: "That's not true."
As she spoke, she tightened her arms around Song Baiyan's shoulders again and changed her tune: "Bringing you a snack is indeed an excuse; I came because I miss you."
As the words were spoken, a faint scent of smoke was noticeable.
Sweet words like these, whether they were effective or not, was another matter.
