He reached out to wrap his arms around her slender waist, whispering in her ear, "It seems Miss Su really enjoys midnight flirting."
Su Jia's delicate eyebrows furrowed, "Then… I wonder if Mr. Lu is interested in accompanying me?"
Lu Yanhe sneered, "I'd be delighted."
With that, he suddenly hugged her tightly and kissed her almost angrily.
Their lips intertwined, a warm current gradually permeated like a stream of electricity, infiltrating their consciousness bit by bit.
Realizing she wasn't resisting, Lu Yanhe held her head more firmly, lingering on her thin lips.
It seemed that only with such domineering and forceful gestures could he reveal his desire for her, and the longing that had never ceased within him.
He kissed her cheek gently, closed his eyes, and sighed lightly, "Su Jia, you truly are my fate."
She was his fate, and he was destined to face it.
"I'm sorry…" Su Jia's eyes dimmed, "Yanhe, I promise I won't use you again in the future."
