Jiang Yanzhou locked his gaze onto her, a hint of desolation flickering in his eyes, and his thin lips moved, "Lu Yang, don't say such things."
He seemed genuinely angry.
But she remained unfazed, "If you want to maintain a sense of boundaries, you shouldn't cross that line."
Today, when she encountered Su Yiran, he wasn't worried because no matter the situation or how she interpreted it, he could explain himself.
His preparations were thorough.
He had passed Su Yiran's information to Ye Cixing in advance, asking Ye Cixing to tell her.
If she were a friend, she would appreciate him.
But if she were someone he cared about deep down, she would only feel that he didn't trust her.
What couldn't be clarified face to face?
She truly didn't understand what he was worried about.
In the next second, the warm lips of the man pressed against her slightly parted lips.
A fleeting taste.
