Every day, countless women try to get into his bed. Luo Ke is extremely confident about his face and body. He can't believe that, at this moment, she would be completely unmoved?!
His fingers are cold, unlike Leng Zimo's palms, which are always dry and warm. That kind of touch only stirs in her an instinctive aversion.
"I admit, you're a very charming man, Luo Ke, but... I can't get intimate with a stranger." Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to push his hand away. "If you truly love me, you should respect my choice. When I fall in love with you again, my heart and body will naturally be yours."
"When will that be?!" Luo Ke's voice suddenly rose, "A week, a month, a year... If you never fall in love with me, am I to wait a lifetime..."
Seeing the look of shock on Luo Xiaoqian's face, Luo Ke hurried to lower his voice.
