Chu Jiu's eyes widened at the icy touch.
When she realized what had just happened, she pulled her sword out and pressed it against Lu Tingchen's neck. "Don't push your luck, Lu Tingchen!"
Even though it was just a quick peck, the softness of the sensation left Lu Tingchen completely stunned.
It was softer and more fragrant than he could have ever imagined.
He had only wanted to get some payback, but when he actually touched her, he was surprised to find himself craving more.
Even with the sword against his neck, he did not budge. His bright, black eyes were fixated on her rosy red lips.
Chu Jiu sensed his gaze and her temper rose further. Despite that, she was also a little flustered at the same time.
She shut her eyes when she saw how inappropriate he was behaving. She put a little force onto her sword and it immediately drew blood from the man's neck.
