Those four words clearly provoked Lu Xingshen.
The man's deep, unfazed black eyes suddenly flared with a crimson flame.
He abruptly reached out, pressing Shi Nuan's arm and pinning her against the desk behind her.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
The man's muscular, warm body suddenly loomed over her, startling Shi Nuan, who quickly reached out to push him away.
Lu Xingshen narrowed his eyes. He was strong, and despite Shi Nuan's struggles, he didn't budge an inch.
His long fingers pinched Shi Nuan's chin, and the voice that emerged seemed to come from deep in his throat, carrying a chill that felt like it could penetrate her skin.
"What, a stranger can hold you, but the uncle who raised you can't touch you at all?"
Shi Nuan panted slightly, feeling that Lu Xingshen was dangerous, tinged with complexities she couldn't understand.
"Uncle, don't be like this. Can we talk properly?"
Lu Xingshen watched the girl's tender lips open and close, suppressing the urge to kiss them.
