When they first met, Sang Wan took a fancy to Lu Tingzhou and became interested in him.
Goodbye, she had a purpose and deliberately teased.
Someone asked Lu Tingzhou, "She is Sang Wan, is she really not tempted?"
Lu Tingzhou put his hands in his pocket and took a long puff of cigarette. His eyes behind the lenses were deep and complicated.
But what he said was charming and unlucky, "Move? How to move?"
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At the charity dinner not long after, someone saw Lu Tingzhou leaning against the corner with his thin lips pressed against the tip of Sang Wan's nose.
His big hand touched Sang Wan's waist and pressed her close to him. The other hand slowly moved down to caress her thigh, with a smile on his lips, "You're not trying to catch me, why don't you catch me?"
Sang Wan raised his hand and lifted his chin, raising his eyes slightly, "The ice is too thick to set the hook."
Lu Tingzhou moved close to her lips, with a touch that seemed like nothing, and his voice was hoarse, "Try setting the hook again."
