Ye Lu's eyes widened, she hastily pushed him away, and jumped to the other side of the couch, panting heavily.
As her soft body moved away, Shang Jingchen sat up, frowning. Seeing Ye Lu's cautious look, his handsome face contorted in displeasure. He spoke coldly.
"Ye Lu, what do you mean by this?"
Facing his menacing expression, Ye Lu was slightly frightened: "You... you promised not to touch me."
Shang Jingchen sneered: "It seems like you were the one who provoked me?"
This was too petty - deliberately seducing him and then acting prudish, a game of hard to get.
"Anyhow, you promised." Ye Lu bit her lip, "A million times, you said it wouldn't include this kind of thing."
Shang Jingchen stood up indifferently and casually straightened his dress.
Then he walked over, gripped her chin, and spoke with cold irony.
