Qin Miaomiao laughed, hitting the nail on the head! Her younger sister loved to act like a White Lotus in front of men, a tactic that never failed her—until it backfired in front of Lu Qing.
"Let's go."
She said, linking her arm through Lu Qing's and slowly walked out.
Qin Sishui gritted her teeth in hatred but could do nothing—after all, she had crossed paths with Lu Qing.
Once inside the car, Qin Miaomiao let go of his arm, but Lu Qing held her hand. He glanced sideways at her:
"What, done using me and now trying to draw the line?"
"No, my palms are sweaty, and I don't want to stain your clothes."
Her palms were indeed sweaty. Lu Qing seemed amused and his expression softened as he took out a tissue to carefully wipe her hands.
Bit by bit, he cleaned the sweat from her palms.
His expression was incredibly focused, and the way he lowered his head made him look more handsome than ever.
