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

At their first meeting, Sang Wan took one look at Lu Tingzhou and was struck by his looks.

When they met again, she had an agenda and deliberately flirted with him.

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

With one hand in his pocket, Lu Tingzhou took a long drag on his cigarette. His eyes behind his glasses were deep and conflicted.

Yet his reply was flirtatious and heartless: "Feel something? How?"

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

His large hand slid onto her waist and pulled her firmly against him. His other hand slowly caressed her thigh as he smiled. "Weren't you trying to reel me in? Why'd you stop?"

Sang Wan raised a hand and hooked a finger beneath his chin, the corners of her eyes lifting. "The ice is too thick. I can't get the hook through."

Lu Tingzhou leaned close to her lips, brushing them in an almost imperceptible touch. His voice was husky. "Try casting your line again."