Lu Zhao held Luo Ying in his arms.
Luo Ying didn't struggle and let him hold her.
"On what basis? I'm a celebrity. You're getting in the way of my career," Luo Ying said disdainfully, but she still gently hugged Lu Zhao's waist.
"What if I can't make money in the future? You can support me," Luo Ying said with a smile.
"Of course, I'll support you. Isn't my company enough to support you?" Lu Zhao said with a smile. He lifted Luo Ying's chin and lowered his head to kiss her.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, the two of them got closer and closer. Luo Ying's hand was wrapped around Lu Zhao's neck, and her whole body was leaning against Lu Zhao.
The fragrance of the flowers drifted, and Luo Ying felt a little overwhelmed.
Lu Zhao sensed Luo Ying's unprecedented enthusiasm and hugged her even tighter. Luo Ying's entire body was pressed into Lu Zhao's arms.
