He brushed his lips lightly against her earlobe, following its elegant curves. His warm breath into her ear made her feel itchy.

"No, I did not sleep with him. It was just a joke."

Lu Zhaoyang came clean. As expected, she was no match for him.

Once, her only weakness before him was her mother. Now, there was also Chen to consider. It was impossible for them to be together and she did not want to ruin his future any further.

Lu Zhaoyang's reply came softly into his ears. He should be happy because of it, but instead he got angry.

Why would she lie to him just to avoid sex, but become so anxious for Huo Chen's future?

Lu Zhaoyang sensed the anger radiating from him. She regretted for pushing his limits.

Her whole body tensed as continued to stick by the door frame. Huo Yunting's bewitching voice spoke lowly, "I should express my delight for your effort in reserving yourself just for me."

"As long as you are happy." She saw no delight in him. His eyes were staring daggers at her.