The sunlight was somewhat glaring, her delicate features scrunched up in a frown. After staring for a while, she finally spoke, puzzled, "Huh? Why are you still here?"
She had just checked the time; it was already ten o'clock.
Shouldn't a workaholic be at the company by now?
Why was he still leaning against the headboard with his upper body bare?
Lu Huai'an, who had been ignored, looked increasingly displeased. His well-defined fingers pinched the girl's chin, controlling the pressure so as not to hurt her.
He coolly retorted, "Am I not allowed to be here?"
Lin Chu blinked and calmly replied, "You can stay, whatever you want. I have urgent matters, so let go of me quickly."
She hadn't forgotten what happened last night; it was somewhat coercive.
She hadn't said anything yet, and he was already putting on an attitude—it was really unreasonable.
