"You look good wearing it."
Lu Liang smiled, sitting next to Reba, clinking glasses, his other hand naturally around her waist.
Evening, hotel, invited!
It just showed their attitude, she playing the innocent young lady, he acting the old gentleman, which wasn't awkward.
Reba quivered, a blush creeping from her ears to her cheeks, but she didn't resist and sipped her red wine in small gulps.
"Miss Yang's company, how is it being handled? You weren't implicated, were you?"
Lu Liang's lips curled up as he reached forward, sneaking his hand into her coat. The skin of this border girl was different from that of the Han people, and not quite like a Western woman's either.
Not too delicate nor too rough, somewhere in between. The feel was nice, somewhat like a finer grade of matte car paint, but not hard, very soft and very warm.
"I've been signed with Mi's agency ever since I debuted. If Jiaxing is fine, I should be fine too."
