Not seeing Song Dabai's shadow, Song Yinyin frowned and said, "Right, my son, where's my son?"
She murmured, her eyes unfocused, and Lu Jihan said, "He's with Jinyan and Duoduo; they went to the room. Don't worry."
"Oh."
Song Yinyin nodded, completely relieved.
Lu Jihan took her back to the room, and she was almost entirely leaning into his embrace.
The room was dimly lit. Lu Jihan accidentally hit the corner of the coffee table with his foot and stumbled, almost about to fall.
Fearing he might hurt Song Yinyin, he hurriedly held her close, spinning around.
The next second, he fell onto the sofa, and Song Yinyin ended up lying on top of him, one on top of the other, in a very suggestive position.
The sofa sank, jostling a bit, making Song Yinyin feel even dizzier.
She let out an impatient hum, long and soft, causing Lu Jihan's throat to tighten.
As he looked up, the woman's face was flushed, her skin delicate, so close he could even see the fine hairs on her face.
