After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 609 - 607: Stay Away from My Man!

"Jiang Peipei! Stay away from my man!"

Suddenly, an icy voice came from behind the woman.

Jiang Peipei shuddered unexpectedly.

She hadn’t anticipated Lu Zhaozhao finishing her scene so quickly; she distinctly remembered that the shoot was supposed to take longer.

By then, even if Lu Zhaozhao had arrived, she and Song Sinian would have completed everything that needed to be done.

It would have been too late for her to do anything; all she could hope for then was to keep the peace.

But what now...

Seeing she no longer had a chance, Jiang Peipei could only stiffen up and turn to Lu Zhaozhao to say, "I—I was just trying to bring President Song a cup of coffee, you’re reading too much into it."

While speaking, she carried the coffee in her hands and attempted to leave the room.

"Xiao Zhao, grab her! Then call Zhao Xi, fill him in on what happened; he’ll know how to handle it," Lu Zhaozhao said, walking straight into the resting room and, in passing, closing the door behind her.

She had just seen Song Sinian seated in the room and something seemed off.

Song Sinian’s hygiene and self-respect were things she was well aware of.

Under ordinary circumstances, faced with such a situation, he would have stood up and left, or told the person to get lost.

But just now, she had only heard the sound of items being smashed, and didn’t hear much from Song Sinian’s voice, which felt wrong.

"Honey?"

Lu Zhaozhao walked in and softly called out upon seeing Song Sinian sitting on the couch.

Then the next second, she saw a bright red color trickling down from his wrist.

"Song Sinian!" she rushed over anxiously and grabbed Song Sinian’s hand, "Let go of your hand!"

Song Sinian looked at Lu Zhaozhao with somewhat hazy eyes and, after truly feeling her breath, he finally found the courage to slowly unclench his hand, which had been tightly holding a shard of glass.

He had been planning to retaliate against that woman when he heard Lu Zhaozhao’s voice.

Only when he saw Lu Zhaozhao did his defensive posture relax slightly.

Now, enveloped in a familiar scent, Song Sinian’s tense heart completely relaxed, and the agitation he had been suppressing with pain welled up.

He instinctively sought out Lu Zhaozhao’s lips, seeking her comfort.

Lu Zhaozhao’s small hand, holding his bleeding hand, felt his hot breath drawing near, and unable to resist him, she accommodated him while searching for the first aid kit. frёeωebɳovel.com

They always kept a first-aid kit in each person’s resting room on the set in case of emergencies.

Lu Zhaozhao’s room naturally had one as well.

Fortunately, she usually kept it under the coffee table next to the couch, so even with Song Sinian clinging to her, she was able to reach the items in the first aid kit.

"Zhaozhao..."

Suddenly, a low and slightly plaintive voice came from beside her ear, "Nian Nian, are you angry with me?"

Song Sinian’s misty eyes looked at Lu Zhaozhao, filled with confusion and grievance, his eyes dewy as if he had been bullied.

Seeing Song Sinian like this for the first time, Lu Zhaozhao’s heart skipped a beat.

She swallowed nervously, "I—I’m not angry, I—I just feel sorry for you getting hurt."

"Hurt?" Song Sinian cocked his head, seemingly completely oblivious of his own injury.

Lu Zhaozhao immediately picked up his hand to show him how it was covered in blood.

Song Sinian only took one glance before immediately hiding his hand behind his back, "You can’t look..."

Lu Zhaozhao: "???"

"Zhaozhao, don’t look." Song Sinian clenched his teeth hard, struggling to regain some rationality.

He still remembered how Lu Zhaozhao had lost control when he was injured before. Now he was nearly losing control of himself. If Lu Zhaozhao became emotionally uncontrolled because he was hurt...

He definitely wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaozhao felt a sourness in her nose.

Song Sinian was obviously in terrible pain, yet his first thought was still of her. It would be a lie for Lu Zhaozhao to say she didn’t feel inclined to act.

She sniffled, slightly tugging the corners of her mouth, "Husband, don’t worry, I’m much better now. Let me help you bandage your hand, okay?"

As she spoke, Lu Zhaozhao reached out a small hand to pull at Song Sinian’s sleeve.

Her movement wasn’t big, just a gentle shake, with a hint of coquettishness.

Song Sinian pursed his lips, seemingly pondering, but his thinking was slowed down by the drugs.

He looked up at Lu Zhaozhao, stared at her for a few seconds, and it took him a long while to respond before he slowly extended his hand to her.

His entire face was extremely red, his gaze at Lu Zhaozhao shimmering with emotion.

Seeing this, Lu Zhaozhao then picked up the medical supplies from the box to tend to Song Sinian’s wound.

Yet the scars on his hand still made Lu Zhaozhao’s heart ache involuntarily.

Her eyes instantly reddened.

"Zhaozhao is not afraid, I’m here," Song Sinian, as if noticing her emotional state, pinched her cheek with his uninjured hand.

But due to his reduced control, the strength in his hand was much greater than intended.

Lu Zhaozhao’s originally fair cheeks turned a bit red from the pinch, which left Song Sinian even more at a loss, "Sorry, I... um..."

He didn’t get to finish his words before Lu Zhaozhao pressed him down onto the sofa.

She didn’t know what Jiang Peipei had drugged Song Sinian with, but seeing his condition, she understood how much pain he was in.

Had it not been for his hand injury, she would have relieved him already.

Lu Zhaozhao leaned down and kissed his brows, "You’ve done nothing wrong, I’m not mad, don’t worry."

While speaking, she kissed Song Sinian’s lips again, "Now, just focus on feeling me and me alone. Don’t think about anything, just follow my pace."

"Okay..."

Song Sinian’s voice was low, with a hint of tenderness that made Lu Zhaozhao unable to resist teasing him.

Usually, when they were together, it was Song Sinian who took the lead. She would be entangled by him until she could only whimper, calling him husband until he was satisfied and finally let her go.

Lu Zhaozhao looked at Song Sinian, lying powerless on the sofa, and suddenly felt a tingling sensation herself.

She controlled the rhythm between them, and at the tipping point, Song Sinian was tortured to the brink of madness.

"Zhaozhao, I’m in pain..."

His eyes were bloodshot, yet he was powerless to do anything but look at her pitifully and even act spoiled towards her.

Lu Zhaozhao felt like an arrow had suddenly struck her heart, realizing why Song Sinian enjoyed teasing her in such matters.

Because... it was truly itching her heart.

Lu Zhaozhao leaned down and kissed the corner of his eye again, "Sinian be good... it won’t hurt soon."

With her hands on his chest, her waist slowly descended, and the sluggish movements almost drove Song Sinian mad...