As she expected, Lu Yanhe would certainly deny it, firmly insisting that it wouldn't happen.
Even if he didn't respond that way, he would surely provide an answer that satisfied her.
But unexpectedly, he turned the question back to her.
Yes, the man beside her was no ordinary person, he was Lu Yanhe, a man she had driven to become like this step by step.
Even though they were just entangled in each other's arms, forgetting everything, once it ended, he could still mock her calmly and composedly.
Su Jia looked up at him, seeing his cold eyes as sharp as a blade, stabbing her heart with pain.
Suddenly, she became disoriented, so panicked that she couldn't utter a single word.
After a moment, Su Jia couldn't endure the nerve-wracking atmosphere anymore and wanted to break the silence.
Lu Yanhe unexpectedly spoke up the next second, "Jiajia, have you... never really trusted me?"
"I haven't." She was anxious to explain, "I..."
