"Were you just jealous?"
Seeing Lin Fan return, Zhu Dan took off her glasses again while sitting in the chair.
"Am I not allowed to be jealous?"
Lin Fan pressed his hands on the armrests and stopped his face just a few centimeters away from Zhu Dan's, as their eyes met, her beautiful face suddenly turned red.
"Of course you can, but he's not worth it. Even without you, I wouldn't be interested in that kind of playboy."
Zhu Dan reached out her hands and wrapped them around Lin Fan's neck. Her vermilion lips gently exhaled a sweet scent on Lin Fan's face.
"Besides, now that I have you, just a thought of you is enough to crush him instantly. So instead of being jealous of him, why not savor my lips? At least they're softer."
"Ms. Dan Dan, you sure know how to flirt after just a few days."
Lin Fan lowered his head and kissed Zhu Dan's lips, and she tried hard to stretch out her tongue, eagerly responding.
