Lu Shinian brought Su Ruan back to the [Lu Su Pavilion].
After sitting down, he said with a hint of disapproval, "Don't chat with Zong Yan in the future."
Su Ruan raised her hand, took off the mask on Lu Shinian's face, and put it aside with a light laugh.
"Brother Lu, are you jealous?"
Lu Shinian pressed his lips together tightly and didn't speak.
Su Ruan immediately understood, he was indeed jealous.
She couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So this is what it looks like when Brother Lu gets jealous."
Su Ruan wrapped one arm around Lu Shinian's neck, sat on his lap, and with her other hand, she drew circles on his chest, her eyes slightly seductive.
Lu Shinian quickly caught her wandering hand, his eyes deep and profound.
"Does Ruan Ruan know what she's doing?"
He asked.
Su Ruan's ears turned slightly red, she wanted to pull her hand back, but Lu Shinian held it even tighter.
Su Ruan: …
Oh no, seems like she's stirred the pot.
