The sudden kiss came one after another, and Lu Yanhe was obviously caught off guard, stunned for a while.
When he came to his senses, she had already lifted her arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck.
He remembered that she never used to be so proactive.
So, who was it in these nine years that taught her this?
Lu Yanhe instinctively reached out to push her away. Su Jia lost her balance and fell hard onto the bed, letting out a cry of pain.
He saw her frown and took a step forward, embracing her body, asking, "Did the fall hurt?"
Actually, the mattress was very soft, and even if she fell on it, it was like landing on cotton.
Su Jia originally didn't feel any discomfort, but seeing his coldness one moment and concern the next, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
"If you hadn't pushed me, would I have fallen?" She deliberately tightened her expression, "Stop pretending to be nice. I bet you'd love to see me fall to death, right?"
