Jun Xiqing could only borrow a pen from Lu Yeming.
Lu Yeming sat there, with his long legs crossed. He was the renowned West Duke, he didn't have to do anything to exude a powerful aura. He held a fountain pen with his beautiful fingers as he sat there quietly.
Once he heard her voice, Lu Yeming looked over.
His deep-set eyes landed on her ravishing face, but he didn't reply.
Jun Xiqing was confused. What? Did he not hear her?
"President Lu, I forgot to bring a pen." Someone else was presenting and Jun Xiqing could only lower her volume, making gestures with her fingers. "Can you… lend me a pen?"
Lu Yeming looked at her, he seemed to not have understood her.
"…"
Jun Xiqing's face flushed red, she had no other way out but to lean towards him.
Lu Yeming lowered his head cooperatively.
Not wanting to disturb the conference, Jun Xiqing brought her lips to his ear. "President Lu, lend me a pen."
