The smile that bloomed in an instant was like fireworks, fleeting. Long Xiliang was a man of sparse emotions, and his mood soon returned to solitude, cold as usual. He asked Lu Xiaoyou,
"You're pregnant, what's that all about?"
Lu Xiaoyou lifted her delicate little face, smiling as she looked at him, "If the adulterer isn't Dingding, then who do you think it is?"
Long Xiliang frowned, "Stop joking with me, if you're really pregnant, the child can't possibly be mine."
"Ugh! You don't even trust me! Without trust between us, I want to break up!"
Lu Xiaoyou shook off Long Xiliang's hand, but he pushed her to the edge of the desk. Her bottom resting on the edge of the office desk was uncomfortable, so Lu Xiaoyou simply sat on the desk.
The man's hands, like guardrails, locked on either side of her body, while Lu Xiaoyou looked carefree, hooking the back of her foot around his leg.
When Long Xiliang came close, she wrapped her calves around his long legs.
