Zhang Lingying couldn’t snap back to reality, letting Leng Jian lead her along until the warmth from his palm transferred to her hand. That’s when she finally realized what was happening and looked down in shock at their clasped hands...
She blinked her eyes, doubting for a mont whether she was under so illusion.
On the very first day she had planned to trick the male god, he had taken the initiative to hold her hand, and it was a tight interlocking of fingers...
Her heart was speeding up now, beating a bit too quickly.
"You just told that you don’t like Lu Jing clinging to you, right?" Leng Jian’s voice drifted gently into Zhang Lingying’s ears.
Zhang Lingying shifted her gaze to his face, locking eyes with his calm and steady ones. She paused briefly, then nodded earnestly. "Mhm!"
With a refined god like him around, she was in no mood to bother with that bastard Lu Jing.
The farther Lu Jing stayed away from her, the better, so he wouldn’t interfere with her pursuit of Leng Jian.
"Then, no matter what I say later on, try to go along with as much as possible." Leng Jian’s grip on her hand tightened silently as he gently pulled her closer, noticeably reducing the space between them and bringing them into an intimate posture.
Lu Jing’s car had been following them the entire ti, trailing them all the way to Jiangcheng University at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
They didn’t have to wait long before Lu Jing’s car ca to a halt in front of the laboratory building.
The mont Lu Jing stepped out of the car, his eyes narrowed, falling imdiately on Leng Jian holding Zhang Lingying’s hand. His peach blossom eyes constricted sharply, reflecting a dangerous glint, which flickered and disappeared.
He slamd the car door shut!
At the sound of the loud "bang," Zhang Lingying instantly looked up in his direction.
As their eyes t, even before Lu Jing could speak, Zhang Lingying furrowed her brows in disgust. "What are you doing here? This is Jiangcheng University, and our lab doesn’t welco you. If you think a al is enough to get our consent for you to visit the lab, then you’d better stop dreaming."
"..." Lu Jing was taken aback by her blunt words.
Most people would have been embarrassed and angry at being so despised.
But Lu Jing was no ordinary person.
He had always had thick skin and conducted himself purely based on his preferences.
The more Zhang Lingying despised him, the less he cared, and he walked straight towards her, deliberately hovering in front of her with a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth.
"I’m not interested in your lab; it’s you I’m interested in."
Lu Jing’s voice wasn’t deliberately lowered, and the lab mbers who were downstairs helping to carry lunch boxes heard him. They stopped in their tracks and looked over curiously.
Zhang Lingying grew increasingly annoyed. "If you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll stop being polite with you!"
"What are you going to do? Pull my hair? Rip my clothes? Or are you going to kiss again while I’m asleep?" Lu Jing taunted.
Zhang Lingying was livid, puffing up like a blowfish. "You! You..."
Leng Jian tightened his grip on her hand, cutting off her words and shielding her behind him as he stared openly at Lu Jing.
"If President Lu has sothing to say, please be direct. My girlfriend and I have other things to do and don’t have much ti to play these boring stalking gas with you."
One straightforward sentence left both of them stunned.
Zhang Lingying looked up at him in surprise.
Lu Jing’s expression turned cold in an instant, and he asked icily, "Girlfriend?"
Leng Jian kept a poker face but lifted his hand, showing Lu Jing their tightly clasped fingers. "Isn’t this obvious enough?"
"Just holding hands doesn’t prove anything," Lu Jing said dismissively, parting his lips. "She has voluntarily kissed before..."
Before Lu Jing could finish his sentence, Zhang Lingying already tilted her head back and pressed her lips to Leng Jian’s!
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