He extended his hand, and Qin Miaomiao grasped it. Her palm was slightly damp, and he squeezed it firmly.
Then, he lightly scratched her palm. Qin Miaomiao glared at him:
"Is this how Young Master Lu flirts with girls?"
Lu Qing frowned. "Flirt?"
Clearly, he was unfamiliar with modern slang.
"It means hitting on girls! I've heard that Young Master Lu is surrounded by countless female companions and has no shortage of scandals. Your flirting skills are top-notch, and anyone who sees you falls at your tailored trousers' feet. Is that true?"
Even Qin Miaomiao herself didn't realize just how bitter her words sounded.
Lu Qing suddenly became serious and responded to her word by word:
"No, I only flirt with you."
Upon hearing this, her heart quivered lightly. Words of affection were indeed captivating; even she began to feel a blossoming attraction. It wasn't that her resistance was weak—it was that he was exceptionally powerful.
