Lu Tianxing sat on the sofa, his face covered in dark lines as he watched Lin Qianru's flustered attempt to explain. They say that women become fools when they fall in love, and Lin Qianru's explanation just proved the point—it's like saying there's no silver here when there's three hundred taels hidden; those who didn't suspect anything would now start to wonder.
"What are you laughing at? Look, this is the trouble you've caused."
Watching Secretary Huang hurry off and Lin Qianru close the door, she glared fiercely at Lu Tianxing who was smiling broadly. It was all this jerk's fault. She had told him not to mess around, yet he just had to, and now her reputation was completely shot.
"How is this my fault? You clearly didn't refuse just now. In fact, you were urging me to go harder."
Lu Tianxing chuckled and stood up to wrap his arms around Lin Qianru's waist: "Beauty Lin, should we continue the game we didn't get to finish earlier?"
