"So, I shouldn't sit on your lap, right? I understand!"
Su Ruan said as she tried to get off Lu Shinian's lap, but Lu Shinian grabbed her arm.
"Ruan Ruan." Lu Shinian's voice was low, filled with a restrained kind of greed, "Don't leave me."
Su Ruan could only obediently sit back down, her face showing a bit of innocence.
"I didn't leave you."
Of course, Lu Shinian knew Su Ruan hadn't left him.
But the fact that she and another man could have reached such a level of acquaintance without his knowledge.
This filled him with a kind of panic, as if his Ruan Ruan might leave him at any moment.
This panic mixed with a greedy kind of possessiveness, transforming into something even more uncontrollable—desire for control.
Lu Shinian's large hand tightened around Su Ruan's wrist, leaving a red mark on her fair skin.
Su Ruan felt the pain but didn't make a sound.
In her previous life, it was the same. She ran, he chased, and she... was locked in the little black room.
