Something inside Lu Zhenzhen felt dull for a moment.
Gao Zhe held her with one arm, the other still propped against the car door. He lowered his head, getting close to her. If he moved a bit closer while speaking, their lips could touch, and his breath brushed past, causing a slight tingling sensation.
Lu Zhenzhen didn't say a word.
He waited, then slowly tried to move closer, his thin lips brushed against the corner of her mouth. He cautiously kissed her, and just as he tried to kiss her lips, Lu Zhenzhen suddenly laughed.
The laughter was extremely cold and sardonic.
"Gao Zhe."
His kissing motion paused, he slightly pulled back, and observed her features up close. She looked blurry as if seen through astigmatism, but those eyes that looked straight into his were so cold.
"You know that's a little dog, how could you compare yourself to a dog?"
Gao Zhe's expression darkened; he knew her words were not going to be kind.
