How should she answer?
Jiang Liuyue looked a bit troubled.
The two walked forward in silence for a while.
They stopped at a traffic light intersection.
Song Hanzheng raised an eyebrow and said, "What? Is it that hard to answer?"
Jiang Liuyue let go of his arm.
She took a step back.
And said seriously:
"I don't want a shared sugar daddy."
He had heard of shared bicycles, but this was the first time Song Hanzheng had heard this new term.
A shared sugar daddy?!!
What did that mean?
He frowned.
Jiang Liuyue reminded him, "Li Feile."
Song Hanzheng tilted his head slightly, leaning down to look at her.
A hint of amusement flickered in his light brown eyes.
As well as curiosity.
"Are you jealous?"
Jiang Liuyue nodded openly.
"Yes!"
"I don't want someone who belongs to someone else."
This was said extremely bluntly.
An ordinary person might have gotten angry, but Song Hanzheng was no ordinary person.
After hearing it, he actually thought about it seriously for a moment.
He felt it made sense.
Because he thought the exact same way.
So he opened his mouth to explain:
"I am not her sugar daddy." He paused, then added, "She and I do not have an intimate relationship."
Jiang Liuyue had actually vaguely guessed as much.
Combined with what Lin Yizhou had said earlier about them being neighbors who grew up together, it was highly likely they were childhood friends.
Mixed into that was the matter of Li Feile's brother.
Perhaps it was a debt of gratitude, or perhaps guilt?
"Then why does everyone in the circle say that the sugar daddy behind Li Feile has always been providing her with resources for free and protecting her..." Jiang Liuyue turned her head to look at him.
Song Hanzheng gave a bitter smile.
"Because of a promise."
"A promise?"
"Yes, I promised her brother I would protect her well." Song Hanzheng spoke very vaguely.
He clearly didn't want to continue this topic.
Combined with Li Feile saying earlier that they would go see her brother together tomorrow—was it to the hospital? Or the cemetery?
Jiang Liuyue slowly nodded.
Staring at him with her beautiful almond eyes, she asked straightforwardly:
"Then do you not like Li Feile?"
Song Hanzheng shook his head decisively.
"No."
"What about me?" She pointed at herself, her clear eyes reflecting the man in front of her.
Song Hanzheng turned his head away, looking a bit unnatural.
Just then, the green light at the intersection came on. He lifted his long legs and walked quickly forward.
Anxious, Jiang Liuyue hurried after him with small, quick steps.
"Look at you, whenever you encounter a hard-to-answer question, you just stop talking."
Coincidentally, a car was making a right turn at that moment. The pedestrian crossing was green, so logically, the car should have stopped and waited.
But the driver was young and reckless, stepping heavily on the gas pedal, leaving absolutely no time to brake.
"Watch out!"
Song Hanzheng was quick to react. Seeing this, he immediately pulled the person behind him into his arms.
The world spun around them.
From the corner of her eye, Jiang Liuyue saw the shadow of the car brush right past her heels before speeding away.
It was truly a near miss.
She had almost been hit.
Song Hanzheng's face was deathly pale, and he was panting heavily with rapid breaths.
"How are you? Are you hurt?"
The person who was almost hit was clearly Jiang Liuyue, but he looked much more nervous.
He looked her up and down, even reaching out to touch her head. Only after making sure she was completely fine did he relax.
A flash of anger crossed his eyes.
He immediately took out his phone.
He dialed a number.
He accurately reported the license plate number of the car that had just driven away to the person on the other end.
His tone was ruthless: "Max out the punishment, just don't kill him."
After hanging up, his expression remained terrible.
Jiang Liuyue was still leaning against his chest, feeling his strong masculine scent lingering around her nose.
She sensitively realized that things were probably not that simple.
Especially since Song Hanzheng's emotions and reactions were far too intense.
She tilted her head up, revealing her porcelain-white little face.
She said softly, "I'm fine now. Don't be afraid."
"I wasn't afraid." Song Hanzheng frowned, but when his gaze fell on his own hand, he found that his fingertips were still trembling slightly.
It was an uncontrollable tremor.
Realizing this, he instinctively tried to pull his hand back into his pocket.
But Jiang Liuyue beat him to it, reaching out to hold his hand tightly.
"It's okay," she said. Her voice was very light, yet carried a full sense of strength. She repeated, "I'm still perfectly fine. Touch me, I'm alive."
At this moment.
She was absolutely certain that someone important to Song Hanzheng must have passed away in a car accident.
Song Hanzheng raised his hand and stroked the top of her head.
His movements were gentle, as if petting a small kitten, slowly, stroke after stroke.
They were hugging each other at this moment, their posture somewhat intimate.
But neither of them pointed it out.
Song Hanzheng's tense and irritable emotions gradually eased.
Jiang Liuyue simply rested her head against his chest, her arms gently wrapping around his back.
She kept repeating, "It's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
A quarter of an hour passed.
Song Hanzheng's emotions gradually returned to normal.
He looked at the girl in his arms with a hint of awkwardness.
He had indeed been the one to initiate the hug, but that was because the car had rushed over, and out of fear that she would be hit, he had pulled her hard into his arms.
And now...
His eyes were full of tenderness.
But his mouth was still unforgiving.
"You're so short," he said, rubbing the top of her head again.
Jiang Liuyue's good mood was instantly ruined.
She instinctively stood on her tiptoes, still maintaining her head-tilted posture.
Her movement of standing on her tiptoes was so fast that her lips caught him off guard and kissed his jaw.
It all happened in a flash.
Song Hanzheng stiffened all over.
After Jiang Liuyue's lips brushed past his jaw, she panicked and shrank back, only to feel a force from behind pushing her back into his embrace.
Song Hanzheng's gaze lowered.
It landed on her glossy, cherry-like lips.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I... If I said it was an accident, would you believe me?" Jiang Liuyue blinked innocently and explained, "I stood on my tiptoes to prove that I'm not short."
"L-look, I can even reach your chin."
Song Hanzheng raised his hand again and gently rubbed the top of her head.
His tone was disdainful: "So stupid."
But his gaze didn't look away.
Jiang Liuyue instinctively retorted, "How am I stupid? It's clearly because you were holding me too tightly just now that I..."
Song Hanzheng's gaze rested on those opening and closing cherry lips.
The corners of his lips curled up.
"Liuyue."
"Hmm?" Jiang Liuyue was stunned.
"I won't be a shared sugar daddy. I'll just be yours alone. Are you satisfied?" When Song Hanzheng said this, he still had that pretentious look on his face.
"But you're still going out with her tomorrow."
Jiang Liuyue was never one to keep her thoughts bottled up.
Seeing that he was easier to talk to at this moment, she decided to make things clear right then and there.
Song Hanzheng smiled and said, "I'll take you along, hmm?"
Especially that last 'hmm,' it felt like the tone used to coax a child.
This old man, who was he looking down on?
Jiang Liuyue nodded, pretending to be reserved.
"Then, alright."
"You agreed?"
Song Hanzheng suddenly leaned over, lowering his head, staring at her like a tiger eyeing its prey.
The distance between them was very close.
His gaze fell on her lips.
