Blazing Flames Everywhere (4)_1

When Zhou Luchen returned after hanging up the phone, the only single-seat sofa in the hall had been graciously offered to Shen Jing.

She didn't put on airs with false modesty but sat down openly and comfortably.

Standing behind the sofa was Zhou Luchen. One hand was idly in his pocket, while the other playfully wound strands of her hair around his long fingers.

Now and then, he joked and laughed with his friend, "Why not push him onto the stage?"

His friend agreed, saying, "Then you be the one to push."

Who were they talking about pushing, and for what reason? Shen Jing didn't know. Perhaps it was time for some corporation to change its CEO.

Zhou Luchen, however, hadn't forgotten about her. His warm fingertips, whether intentionally or not, grazed the skin of her nape up to the curve of her ear, blurring the line between a tender caress and amorous flirtation.

She was like a languid, pampered cat, nestling against his touch.