Shen Jing was afraid of cats. When a cat approached Zhou Luchen, she didn't want to get close.
Only after the cat left did Shen Jing pull out a chair and sit beside Zhou Luchen.
Zhou Luchen's noble, long fingers handled his cards. The movement, lasting less than half a second, was elegant and swift. After a moment, he freed his palm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer.
He turned to her, his low, husky voice mixed with hot breath brushing her ear, "Jealous?"
Amidst the soft murmurs and conversations of the card players, his voice was low, audible only to Shen Jing.
Shen Jing looked up at him. When he gently curved his lips into a smile, his chest vibrated.
"A cat, really, Shen Jing?"
Shen Jing's voice held a note of resentment. "It's not just that I'm afraid of cats. My cat is gone forever because my stepfather threw the tiny thing away."
Thrown away?
