Lu Qingyu sat on the velvet sofa calmly. His light-colored shirt had two buttons opened and his neck had a clear red lip print.
It should have been a picture of indolence but because of Lu Qingyu's still-injured left leg, it looked a little awkward.
Lu Qingyu caressed the cheek of the girl in his embrace. His seductive amorous eyes curved upward and he looked a little ruffian-like.
"Siren, do you think that irrelevant person the young master mentioned is me or you?"
The girl in Lu Qingyu's embrace was the popular celebrity, Ye Siren. She half-lowered her head at first but upon hearing this teasing question by Lu Qingyu, she slowly raised her head.
"Mr. Lu, you're laughing at me again."
As Ye Siren spoke, she looked at the door. Just one glance was enough to send her into a daze.
