Qiao Yin stiffened as he held her chin tightly.
The heat from his fingers was startling, and his exhaled breath sprayed against her ear, causing her to feel like he was trying to seduce her.
She pulled his hand away, maintaining her composure, "I'm sorry, but I don't like the term 'Lan Yuyi' either, so I had to replace it with 'your moonlight'. Moreover, I think I used it quite accurately. Why doesn't President Lu like it? Don't you like her to the point of being unable to extricate yourself?"
At this moment, Lu Lingche wasn't really focused on her words. In the dim environment, a faint perfume drifted from her, and her deliberately hushed voice was feather-like, softly touching his heart, making him want to move closer.
The sensation of pinching her chin earlier was incredibly pleasant, reminding him of more delightful parts of her.
He pushed her against the wall, somewhat distantly responding to her question, "I don't like her. She's not any 'moonlight' to me."