For a guy like Wang Bocheng who is more about the physical than the emotional, Lu Shouyue has a certain admiration. At least he never loses sleep or gets heartbroken over women, and none of Wang Bocheng's ex-girlfriends complain about his playboy ways. Everyone gets what they need, how great is that.
"Hey, Professor Lu, what a coincidence."
Just as these thoughts crossed his mind, a charming voice pierced through the hazy music of the bar and reached his ears.
Lu Shouyue looked up and saw the graceful Annie Wang descend from the dancefloor, like an elf, tumbling toward him.
Lu Shouyue swiftly steadied her with his eyes and hands, preventing her from falling into his arms.
He yielded his original seat to her, standing up and moving to another sofa, creating some distance between them, and politely yet coldly nodded, "Hello, Miss Wang."
