Song Qiao still looked at him silently, with a somewhat helpless expression on her face that was hard to ignore.
Lu Jingchen saw her like this, sighed helplessly, then moved his chair next to hers, reached out and embraced her effortlessly, placing her on his lap. He gently pinched her chin to make her look at him and said tenderly, "I've only ever liked one person from beginning to end; I've never liked any other woman. My heart is only so big, just enough to hold you. Where would there be room for another woman?"
He paused before continuing, "Moreover... Tan Shuya isn't as beautiful as you, doesn't have your grace, isn't as gentle and understanding, nor as compatible with me... Why would I like her?"
Hearing Lu Jingchen's words, Song Qiao felt a lot better and hugged his neck tightly, saying, "I'm sorry, I was just afraid of losing you."
