The man's heated breath brushed over her, stirring every nerve in Jiang Man.
She looked at him leisurely.
She observed his handsome, smooth face and the bright spark in his dark, deep-set eyes.
His gaze grew softer and more affectionate.
"No sense of security?" Jiang Man found it unbelievable.
Wasn't that a phrase more commonly used by women?
"What makes you feel secure? Tell me, and I'll do my best," Jiang Man said indifferently.
Lu Xingzhou leaned in closer, "It's simple."
His gaze was enticing, his voice hoarse.
Jiang Man felt her heart tickled by a feather, itching, "Tell me."
"Give me a status, and I'll feel secure…" Lu Xingzhou curled his lips.
Jiang Man: "..."
"Let's talk about it when the year is up," she said coldly, like an unfeeling heartbreaker.
Lu Xingzhou didn't say anything, merely lowered his head and bit her earlobe, sucking hard.
Jiang Man let him have his way, her body tensing subconsciously as she leaned back into the sofa.