Lin Luqiu was dumbstruck.
"... No, you must be joking, Fu Jingchen... Haven't you been preparing to get engaged to Wen Ruiyun?"
"Who said that?" He snorted coldly: "That's not true at all."
"... Isn't it all over the news?"
"You believe such rumors?"
The face Lin Luqiu had lowered was once again forcibly lifted.
"Anyway, I'm not getting engaged to any other woman, and our engagement has not been canceled."
After he finished speaking, the man lowered his head and blocked her lips, which were about to open again.
The once sweet breath now had a hint of alcohol, which inexplicably induced a light sense of intoxication upon the kiss.
Lin Luqiu's brain was still processing the information she had just received, and with alcohol slowing her down, she could only stand there frozen, being kissed by him.
When she finally came to her senses, she couldn't help but close her eyes and indulged in the heart-fluttering tremors and the surge of emotions he brought her.