The Favored Heiress

"Why did you let him hug you?"

Li Qiao was lying on Shang Yu’s chest, and when she heard this, she briefly froze for a second.

Then, thinking about how he hadn’t answered the phone earlier, nor returned her messages, she closed her eyes, tilted up the corners of her mouth, and tugged at his collar a bit, "You saw that?"

In truth, strictly speaking, what she and Su Lao Si had shared couldn’t even be considered a hug; their distance was even more proper and distant than some Western cheek-to-cheek greetings.

The man pressed down on his jaw, narrowed his eyes, and tightened his arms around her back, "Answer my question."

Li Qiao’s mouth curved into a smile, her fingers lingering on his contours. She couldn’t quite articulate the feeling in her heart, similar to sweetness, but not without a hint of slight helplessness.

Watching his expression grow increasingly stern, Li Qiao didn’t hesitate any longer. She poked his handsome face with her finger and said with a light smile, "He is Su Moshi, the fourth of the Border Seven Sons, and he also..."

"Why did you let him hug you?" Shang Yu’s fingers pinched her cheek, his voice growing more husky as he repeated the question.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, playfully tugging at the man’s shirt collar, "It’s just that I haven’t seen him in a long time..."

"You hadn’t seen Shen Qingye for a long time either," Shang Yu sat up from the sofa, bending one knee to hold Li Qiao in his arms, leaning down to press his handsome face closer, his tone becoming dangerous, "And Yun Lih, you never let him hug you either."

Not only had she not hugged him, but the day she met Yun Lih, she even gave him a punch.