Shen Jing tilted her head back and laughed. "Are you afraid of the cold?"
Leaving her by the roadside with only a suit jacket to fend off the cold—this was all she was worth in his world of amusement.
His behavior towards her veered between good and bad, and his occasional ambiguousness left her heart icy.
Zhou Luchen: warm on the outside, cold within.
But what could she do? She possessed both the whimsical desire and the determination to provoke him, driven entirely by the passionate conviction in her heart that favored and adored him alone.
Everything about Zhou Luchen had the power to make a woman like her sink deeper into debauchery.
He's lying to you, Shen Jing. He's just placating you, Shen Jing. He doesn't love you, Shen Jing. She knew this in her heart, yet she resolutely chose to forget. She turned back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips—warm and thin.
