Xie Wanqing felt a bit unnerved by his gaze. She reached out to grab his wrist bone, "My relationship with Ji Chengfeng is not what you think."
Lu Ziyuan could never resist her initiations, and this time was no different.
He flipped his hand to hold hers, pressed her shoulder, pushed her down onto the bed, and leaned over her.
From her brow and eyes, to her upturned nose, to her lips, he looked down inch by inch.
This was Wanwan at twenty-two, someone he had never even dreamed of in his past and present lives.
He swallowed, lifted his eyelids, and looked back at her eyes.
Their gazes met.
Perhaps his presence was too overwhelming, the girl beneath him flinched slightly.
Lu Ziyuan's eyes darkened. He looked at her for a while, then suddenly pinched her chin and lifted it, leaning down to kiss her.
Her teeth parted, filled with his uniquely dominant aura.
Familiar to death.
Xie Wanqing inexplicably felt like crying.
