Low-key? Tong Lu tried not to laugh out loud. She observed his aura, which he exuded so casually without deliberately lingering around him.
"Your entire temperament is completely different from these two words."
Leng Yejin did not say anything. His silence meant that he agreed.
Some things were cultivated over a long period of time. Unfortunately, no matter how high he was, he could not do everything according to his heart's desire. On the contrary, the higher he stood, the greater the pressure. He swallowed, as if she still tasted in his mouth. The lingering fragrance made his heart stir and he could not control it.
Tong Lu quietly rolled down the car window and let the cold wind blow in. The romantic atmosphere in the car gradually dissipated.
She looked at the bustling night, and her heart was in a mess.
Thinking about what he said, she was not sure if this man would really belong to her if she bit him.