His gaze landed on her red lips. She hadn't applied any lipstick, yet they were so alluringly rosy that he wanted to bite down hard.
His dark eyes deepened as the pad of his finger stroked against hers, the motion suggestive and intimate.
But there was no trace of warmth in his eyes. Qin Miaomiao wanted to turn her face away, but he gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Qin Miaomiao, don't even think of playing tricks in front of me."
A hint of mockery appeared on Qin Miaomiao's face, and she shot back without hesitation:
"Tricks? How could I dare, when everything is under Mr. Lu's control?"
Her expression was decidedly stubborn, her eyes shimmering as if rippling with water, mesmerizing and intoxicating.
Realizing his momentary distraction, Lu Qing instantly straightened up, his demeanor turning colder as he spoke in an indifferent tone:
"Good that you know."
