Some things, once they have begun, cannot be suppressed.
No matter how restrained or indifferent Lu Huai'an might be, he is only twenty-four years old. A young man full of vigor, once he experiences the sweetness, is like a beast locked away for twenty-four years, eager to break free from captivity and start hunting.
The girl, cornered by his body and the wall, remains oblivious, still chirping and complaining.
"If I don't prove my innocence by trying the tea myself, who knows what you might say about me? Don't I have my pride too?"
Lu Huai'an's Adam's apple bobbed as the alcohol in his body began to freely burn.
His calm, dark eyes grew deeper and more profound. He covered the girl's head with a towel, obscuring her misty eyes, which made him feel a bit more at ease.
Taking the teacup, he headed towards the sofa, "You have a history, so my suspicions have reason."
Lin Chu was speechless.
She couldn't outtalk him.
