As soon as she finished speaking, the words seemed like an invisible blade severing a taut string.
The man tossed aside the laptop that was on her lap, leaned over her, and restrained her with his hands.
A pitch-dark shadow loomed over her, and Lu Xiaoyou could only see his obsidian-like pupils, shining clearly under the light.
But those eyes were deep like a black hole, as if they were about to swallow her whole.
"Do you like me?" the man asked her, his voice slightly hoarse.
Lu Xiaoyou's eyelashes fluttered with his breath, "Of course I like you," she said.
"What do you like about me?"
The woman smiled seductively.
"I like you cooking for me, I like how you treat me well, I like your love for me~
Your feelings are just a bit, you've given all of them to me. Do you want me to respond with the same amount of affection?
But I'm sorry, I admit, I like you, much less than you love me.
But that's just the way it is because you are Long Xiliang.
