"What I mean is that I don't think that you'll beat me up," Long Jinjing whispered.
Lu Zihao scowled. "Hell no. Although I'm not exactly a saint, I won't beat you up. Only weak, insecure, scum men beat up women without any valid reason. Besides, you're my woman now during these thirty days. Like hell I'll beat up my own woman."
She nodded and smiled at his words. "That's what I mean. So I'm not afraid of you, Mr. Lu—I mean, Nikolai."
He leaned forward and nuzzled her jaw while his hands fondled her waist. "But you shouldn't trust me, Jinjing."
Frowning, she leaned back. "Why not?"
"I'm not a good man."
