The tension flowed silently through the living room.
Yet, Lu Xining couldn't hold back and turned her face away, laughing unabashedly.
"Ji Muye, save your overbearing CEO quotes for other women, they don't work on me."
Her laughter warmed the room, breaking the stifling atmosphere.
Ji Muye's gaze darkened as he watched her genuinely smile.
Her laughter was real, her nonchalance was real too.
Perhaps it was because he had just spoken in a stern, overbearing CEO manner that Lu Xining couldn't stop laughing.
Unlike her increasingly lucid awareness and reaction, Ji Muye was becoming more and more restrained, his gaze never leaving her.
The autumn chill was dispelled by the warmth within the house.
Ji Muye, with his hands on the arms of the armchair, trapped her in the middle, causing Lu Xining's face to change abruptly.
He chuckled softly, "Mocking me?"