Not Giving a Kiss

In the cabin, Lin Wanwan leaned spinelessly against Lu Zhanbei's shoulder. She was holding a small piece of cake in her hands. As she ate, she smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to understand the distress signal I sent."

Lu Zhanbei wrapped his arms around her slender waist and said in a slightly deep voice, "I'm sorry. I have implicated you this time around."

"No, no, no. You weren't the one who implicated me. It was the god of plague Tang."

"Eh?" Obviously, Lu Zhanbei didn't understand.

Lin Wanwan smiled naughtily and laid her head on Lu Zhanbei's shoulder. Her red lips leaned in to his ear. "I'm telling you, that Qi Junze seems to have some ideas about Tang Chen."

"Tang Chen has a lot of cards on his hands. As his collaborator, of course Qi Junze would have some ideas."

Damn! Hadn't she expressed it clearly? It was so tiring to communicate with a dense man.

"I'm saying that it's very likely that Qi Junze likes Tang Chen!"