Su Zixi sat on the man's lap, her body stiff, staring wide-eyed as she faced him.
To describe her expression as "prepared to meet her death" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
He Jingyao chuckled softly, gripped her waist and gently lifted her, bringing her closer to himself. Su Zixi's upper body lost balance, involuntarily falling into his arms!
Her heart thudded wildly, her cheeks almost burning up, yet she pretended to maintain a righteous and enduring demeanor, "Is this enough? Can my companions go for their internships now?"
He Jingyao's gaze darkened.
Seeing her like this only made him want to tease her more.
"No," his voice grew husky, "you doubted my loyalty, which displeased me greatly."
Su Zixi looked at him incredulously!
Loyalty? Had she heard wrong? Did this man even know the meaning of loyalty?