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

At their first meeting, Sang Wan takes one look at Lu Tingzhou and decides she wants him for his looks.

When they meet again, she has an agenda and deliberately flirts with him.

Someone asks Lu Tingzhou, "That's Sang Wan. You really don't feel anything?"

Lu Tingzhou slips one hand into his pocket and takes a long drag on his cigarette. Behind his glasses, his eyes are deep and complicated.

Yet his reply is all charm and callousness. "Feel something? How?"

At a charity gala not long afterward, someone sees Lu Tingzhou pinning her against a wall, his thin lips almost touching the tip of Sang Wan's nose.

His large hand settles on her waist, pulling her tightly against him. His other hand slowly strokes down her thigh as he smiles. "Weren't you trying to reel me in? Why'd you stop?"

Sang Wan hooks a finger under his chin, the corners of her eyes lifting. "The ice is too thick. I can't get the hook through."

Lu Tingzhou leans close to her lips, brushing them as if by accident. His voice is hoarse. "Try casting your line again."