The first time they met, she kissed him. The second time they met, she sat on his lap. The third time they met, this happened. All the intimate actions between her and the stranger, she initiated.
"The person in the private room hit your head?" Lu Shaoming blew her wound and asked.
Ning Qing tucked her hair behind her ear and replied, "Oh, no, I hit myself on the wall when I fought back."
Somehow or other, she didn't want to show herself in a mess before him. Actually, she never cared about how others may view her, but… He was different.
Although she didn't know what was so different about him.
Lu Shaoming paused and held the cotton. He looked down at her face.
The girl never lied before. He saw that she blushed and didn't dare to look him in the eye.
