After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 200 - Which Title Do You Prefer
Chapter 200: Chapter 200 Which Title Do You Prefer?
Chapter 200 -200 Which Title Do You Prefer?
Lu Zhaozhao clearly sensed something amiss with Song Sinian.
He himself, due to depression, was utterly incapable of expressing emotions.
In the time she had spent with him, she had only just begun to grasp a basic understanding.
But it was the first time Lu Zhaozhao had seen Song Sinian so despondent and with such clear self-loathing.
He had acted so well during their time together that she almost forgot he was a patient struggling with depression.
Lu Zhaozhao’s small hand gently patted Song Sinian, trying to soothe his emotions.
But…it was of no use.
She took a deep breath, slowly cupped Song Sinian’s cheeks, and said word by word, “Mr. Song, I swear, no one is more important than you here.”
It had always been that way.
Song Sinian’s dark pupils trembled slightly, and his slightly pursed lips slowly parted, “You…prove it to me.”
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Prove that he was the most important.
He said this, but the arms hugging Lu Zhaozhao’s tightened even more than before.
As if he feared she would run away the next second.
Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes drooped slightly, and she instead began to smile.
Her small hand gently caressed Song Sinian’s cheek, and she tilted her head up to kiss him.
Kiss by kiss, from his brows and eyes to the tip of his nose, from his thin lips to his neck, gentle and delicate, which stirred Song Sinian’s already restless heart even more.
“Zhaozhao…you…”
“Shh,” Lu Zhaozhao suddenly placed her small hand on Song Sinian’s lips, “Aren’t I supposed to prove it to you? Just wait patiently.”
Song Sinian was slightly startled and wanted to say something when he was suddenly pinned down by Lu Zhaozhao.
Their positions abruptly reversed, and Lu Zhaozhao now had the upper hand.
Her small hand rested on Song Sinian’s chest, her little head tilted as she looked at him with a smile, “Now…you should listen to me, Mr. Song.”
“…”
Song Sinian looked at Lu Zhaozhao’s small face, his dark eyes blinked gently, “I want to hear you call me by another name…”
His tone was soft, his gaze shifting away from Lu Zhaozhao because of his last remark.
Even when saying the word “name,” his voice became so faint it was almost inaudible.
As if those two words should never have been spoken.
The more Song Sinian was like this, the more it pained Lu Zhaozhao.
Although she didn’t know what had upset Song Sinian, she was certain it had something to do with her participation in a reality show.
Lu Zhaozhao really wanted to understand the reason but wasn’t in a rush at this very moment.
She slowly lowered her head to kiss Song Sinian’s lips, then with utmost tenderness, she moved close to his ear, “So, what name would you like to hear? Dear? Sweetheart? Baby? Husband?”
As Lu Zhaozhao rattled off a string of endearments, Song Sinian’s ears and neck visibly flushed with redness.
Her small hand gently caressed the tip of his ear, teasingly using her canine tooth to nibble it, immediately causing his whole body to tense up.
Lu Zhaozhao pretended to be baffled and murmured, “It seems there’s no name that satisfies you, then what should we do?”
“Satisfied!” Song Sinian hastily responded.
However, he quickly realized that his previous remark had been too hasty, and he lowered his head with a bit of guilt, muttering softly, “I, I’m satisfied…”
“Then which nickname satisfies you more?” Lu Zhaozhao deliberately leaned in close to Song Sinian, and began to call out each option softly, “Is it ‘darling’? ‘Sweetheart’? ‘Baby’? Or ‘husband’?”
Listening to her soft, sweet voice calling out to him, Song Sinian was momentarily dazzled.
If it were truly a dream, an illusion, he was willing to indulge in it for a lifetime.
At least in this moment, Lu Zhaozhao belonged entirely to him alone.
Song Sinian slowly reached out his hand, gently lifted the strand of hair by Lu Zhaozhao’s ear, and kissed it softly at the lip, his eyes and brows filled with indescribable tenderness as he looked at her, “I like it, I like every special nickname you have for me. I hope each one is unique to me…”
Lu Zhaozhao had originally intended to tease Song Sinian, but his words made her lose her playful mood from before.
He cared so much for her, for every word she said, she wanted to offer the same affection in return.
Her impression of Song Sinian, whether in her previous life or this one, was flawed.
In her past life, she thought he was cold and inapproachable.
In this life, she found him warm and considerate, able to tolerate everything about her.
But she had forgotten that Song Sinian, too, was someone who needed the warmth of others.
She slowly bent down and gently hugged him, rubbing her face in the nape of his neck, “I’m sorry, Song Sinian.”
This was the first time she had apologized to him so sincerely.
Unexpectedly, Song Sinian suddenly tensed up, his eyes filled with a trace of fear as he looked at Lu Zhaozhao.
It seemed as though she had just said something terrifying.
Lu Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, thinking about what Song Sinian had said and her own thoughtless apology, she had certainly made him overthink again.
She abruptly sat up, “I just called you by your name to apologize! I didn’t mean anything else by it, I…”
The more Lu Zhaozhao tried to clarify things, the more dejected Song Sinian looked.
She sighed softly, “Husband, I never intended to leave you, nor did I feel it was bad to use these special nicknames with only you, so don’t overthink it, okay? Hm?”
Lu Zhaozhao said, wrapping her small hands around Song Sinian’s head, “Didn’t you just say to prove it? Now I’ll prove it to you, alright?”
Song Sinian watched Lu Zhaozhao’s enigmatic smile, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly.
He always felt as though something big was about to happen.
Lu Zhaozhao bent down and nipped his neck lightly, the skin touched by her lips feeling unbearably tingling, as if suddenly struck by a current, spreading from his scalp to his toes.
A strange and wonderful sensation wandered at the bottom of his heart.
Like sitting in a roller coaster, with a repetitive feeling of weightlessness, the unusual tingling sensation made every hair on his body stand on end.
Song Sinian couldn’t withstand such “torture”, his large hand firmly grasped the side of her waist, his voice hoarse from restraint, slowly spoke, “Zhaozhao, I’m in agony.”
Lu Zhaozhao’s fingertips gently caressed the reddened corner of his eyes, and kissed him again, “Be good, it will stop hurting in a moment.”
She presented a calm front, but inside, she was in turmoil.
Although she and Song Sinian had gotten their marriage certificate twice, she had never experienced this level of intimacy before!
As for what to do next, she was also quite clueless.
Lu Zhaozhao swallowed hard, watching Song Sinian become passionate because of her, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to unravel his shirt.
She could do this! She would manage!
First, to strip off the clothes, and then consider what to do for the next step!
As Lu Zhaozhao thought this and worked on the buttons, her hand was suddenly grasped by a large hand—
