She curved her lips. "Is that not okay?" Her fingers gently twirled his tie, toying with it. "Zhou Luchen, can we not have a kept relationship? I don't like that kind of arrangement."
He laughed and leisurely lit a cigarette, looking out the window.
In the silence, only the faint scent of nicotine wafted over.
Indeed, if Shen Jing wasn't willing, Zhou Luchen was also reluctant to entangle with her any further. Overall, it was just unclear.
It wasn't love, but he did feel a favorable desire for her.
He had no interest in bringing up the idea of keeping her a second time.
Once she declined, he couldn't be bothered to mention it again.
The tie in her hands was nearly twisted into knots. Zhou Luchen lifted his gaze, the cigarette clenched in his mouth. "Don't your hands get tired from all that pulling?"
Finally, she withdrew her hand. "Won't you answer me?"
