Zhou Shuang's expression darkened. "Sissy Lu. What did you say?"
Lu Yinan seductively curled his lips. His smile was always so alluring, especially his eyes—it seemed hypnotizing.
"Let's go. Doesn't he love to drink? For today onwards, I'll make him drink every day so that he will listen to me."
He grabbed Zhou Shuang's wrist and led her in the direction where her car he last parked her car.
He had somehow startled Zhou Shuang, and she stumbled along. After a few steps, she bent to look at his hand before glancing at his face.
She really felt that if he had worn those period costumes, he would fit into that era. His features were too good-looking and bewitching.
"Zhou Shuang, as a woman, how can your wrist be so thick?" Lu Yinan examined Zhou Shuang's wrist as he squeezed her skin. He glanced at her with a look of disdain.
Zhou Shuang was staring at him and unexpectedly, their eyes met.
