Thinking of this, he asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Su Xingyu was momentarily stunned before she realized what he meant, recalling the chaos and disgrace of the previous night. The shame and humiliation she had barely suppressed surged back into her heart. She bit her lip, controlling herself not to lose composure. After a moment of silence, she said, "I'm fine."
Under the chandelier in the living room, the girl's skin looked pale and fragile.
Lu Shifeng slightly raised an eyebrow, "No need to pretend in front of me."
"I'm not pretending." She turned her head aside, gazing at the intricate patterns on the heavy door, her voice muffled.
Lu Shifeng did not argue with her, only said, "Come here."
She understood what he meant, walked over, and reached up to help him take off his suit jacket as she did last night. Standing on tiptoe, tilting her face up, it was still somewhat laborious to do all this, her body close enough to his to feel his breath and warmth.
