He didn't do anything out of line, just gently wrapped his arm around her waist, not letting her go.
Zhang Lingying's body tensed up, and her voice unconsciously got louder, "Let go!"
"You just promised to chat with me for a while, I'm not done talking yet." Lu Jing released his hand, but slightly leaned forward, limiting Zhang Lingying's movement to the sofa beside him.
As if if she had to leave, he couldn't guarantee what he might do.
The brown pupils reflected a dangerous light under the lamp, like a leopard lurking behind its prey.
Zhang Lingying nervously swallowed, moving back a bit, "If you want to chat, let's just chat, don't... don't be so close to me."
"Are you afraid of me?" Lu Jing raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not afraid!" Zhang Lingying's mouth reacted faster than her brain, and after she spoke, she straightened her back, trying to prove that she really wasn't afraid.
It wasn't her first time alone with Lu Jing.
