He had not lied to her.
At this moment, the lights were bright, and the reflection in the mirror could be seen very clearly.
Ning Li merely glanced in that direction before quickly retracting her gaze, her ears burning red.
However, that image continued to linger in her mind, unable to be dispelled.
She saw herself with her messy hair and her flushed face. She also saw him as he stood behind her, clinging to her back as he held her waist. On his handsome and noble face, there was a slightly languid smile, but his eyes were extremely intense.
She wanted to turn away and run, but she was tightly embraced by Lu Huaiyu and could not move.
He raised his hand and cupped her cheek, forcing her to turn back to look at the mirror with a half-smile.
"Why aren't you looking?"
He leaned in close to her, his chin gently pressed against her shoulder, and his deep gaze looked straight at her in the mirror.
