Lu Ying's gaze turned sharp.
Just as Shen Yinning was about to lift her sleeve, he stepped aside and avoided her.
Their eyes met, and he could clearly see the mischief lurking in Shen Yinning's eyes.
So close.
So close—the five words Shen Yinning wrote on his arm would have been exposed for everyone to see—
"Shen Zhaozhao's dog."
Lu Ying couldn't imagine what people would think about him and Shen Zhaozhao if they saw those words on his arm.
Three days without overturning the roof, this little fox's courage was growing absurdly bold.
He had been far too indulgent with her!
With a flick of his sleeve, his expression cold and refined as jade, he said, "Madam Shen, please have some self-respect."
Shen Yinning nearly burst out laughing.
Lu Ying—this wretched man—was actually calling on her to have self-respect!
Yet in private, when had he ever required that of her?
