Li Chengyun, with his long legs, took a few steps and sat down on the sofa. One hand resting on the sofa armrest, legs crossed elegantly, he just stared at her and commented, "So fake."
"What's so fake?" Yu Jingrong retorted with annoyance.
She felt his gaze on her, like a predator watching its prey.
Leaning back in his chair, Li Chengyun tilted his head, watching her, a smirk raising the corners of his lips, "Your acting is so fake. Go look at yourself in the mirror, your face is all red."
"You...!" Yu Jingrong was left speechless.
She didn't need to look in a mirror to know that her face was very red, because it was burning.
Li Chengyun continued, "You were enjoying it just now!"
Enjoying his kiss, no way, Yu Jingrong would not admit it. She did admit that she was swayed by his good looks, further manipulated by his familiarity and since she needed something from him, she tolerated him kissing her over and over again.
