Mr. Lu, Why Are You Jealous and Losing Control? I Thought You Were Untouchable

The first time Sang Wan saw Lu Tingzhou, she fell for him at first sight, drawn in by his looks. The next time, she had an ulterior motive and deliberately flirted with him. Someone asked Lu Tingzhou, “She’s Sang Wan. You really don’t feel anything for her?” Lu Tingzhou slipped one hand into his pocket and took a long drag on his cigarette. Behind his glasses, his gaze was deep and complicated. Yet his answer was careless and callous: “Feel something? How?”

Not long afterward, at a charity gala, people saw Lu Tingzhou pinning Sang Wan against a wall, his lips hovering by the tip of her nose. His large hand settled on her waist, pulling her tight against him, while his other hand slowly traced down her thigh. With a smile at the corner of his lips, he asked, “Weren’t you trying to hook me? Why’d you stop?” Sang Wan lifted a hand and hooked a finger beneath his chin, the corners of her eyes tilting playfully. “The ice is too thick. I can’t get the hook through.” Lu Tingzhou leaned close to her lips, brushing them almost imperceptibly. His voice was husky. “Try again.”