Gao Zhe pulled her over, lay on his side, and rested his head on her lap, searching for Lu Zhenzhen's hand, raised it, and placed it on his forehead.
"Give me a massage."
Lu Zhenzhen located the pressure points as if she had done it many times before, her technique very adept.
"I'm asking you a question."
Gao Zhe's dark eyes were half-open, "I had a meal with Director Wen, I don't smell like women's perfume, don't believe me, smell for yourself."
Lu Zhenzhen frowned, displeased, "Why do you always act like I'm ready to catch you cheating at any moment?"
Gao Zhe chuckled, beckoning her with a curl of his finger.
As soon as Lu Zhenzhen bent down, he suddenly pulled her neck down, their lips meeting, and he unconsciously opened his mouth.
"This is what I was afraid of," Gao Zhe touched the corner of her lip, his eyes only on her.
Lu Zhenzhen asked, "Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that you would despise me."
Lu Zhenzhen sat up, patted Gao Zhe's shoulder, "Get up!"
