Song Baiyan, sitting there, was hugged tightly.
He gently wrapped his arms around the girl, and as Tang Li tightened her embrace, he stroked her back with his large hand, seeming to respond to her playful act, with a hint of laughter in his low, mellow voice: "Why are you suddenly so clingy again?"
Tang Li's excitement came quickly and went just as quickly.
Upon hearing this, she immediately let go of her hands.
Even so, the heat on her face hadn't completely faded.
When she stepped back and stood up straight, she put her hands behind her back, trying to change the subject: "It's already six o'clock, the guests should all be here."
Saying that, she started walking out.
She took two steps and realized Song Baiyan hadn't gotten up from the bed, so she turned back puzzled: "Not going to the dining room?"
Song Baiyan supported his body with his hands on his thighs, leaning slightly forward, and spoke seriously: "Maybe I really am getting older, my back isn't as agile."
