Lu Jinghan's fingertips gently rubbed against Han Xi's lips, his deep eyes filled with the charm of desire; he had to fight to suppress his impulse to want her.
Suddenly, Han Xi was lifted up in his arms, and she instinctively reached out to loop her arms around Lu Jinghan's neck, feeling the burning heat of the man's body through the thin shirt.
Lu Jinghan placed Han Xi on the chair and served her a bowl of soup: "Eat quickly, or it will get cold."
Han Xi looked at the table full of dishes and then at the man beside her, hardly believing that the dignified president of the Lu Group could be so skilled in cooking.
For a moment, Han Xi felt as if she had found a treasure.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing the woman somewhat absent-minded, Lu Jinghan couldn't help but ask.
Han Xi took a sip of soup, looked up, and seriously asked: "Why do you like me? We barely know each other; we've known each other for less than a month."
