"You like President Qin, don't you."
She suddenly asked, and Lu Qing's gaze turned cold.
"Whether I like him or not has nothing to do with you."
Zhao Qing chuckled, but the smile carried a trace of bitterness:
"Ha, then whether I like you or not has nothing to do with you either. Isn't that how it works? When you like someone, you reduce yourself to dust under their feet. You're like that; I'm like that."
Lu Qing suddenly reached out, pulled her over, flipped her around, and pressed her beneath him. No matter how one looked at him, his face was undeniably captivating.
"Don't compare me to you."
"What, you feel like I've tarnished your love? Whose love is noble, and whose love is lowly? If you truly liked someone that much, would you sleep with me?"
Zhao Qing's words provoked Lu Qing, and without hesitation, he possessed her yet again.
