Lu Jing wanted to back away, only to realize that he was already against the sofa, with nowhere to retreat.
He had no choice but to stretch out his hand:
"Alright, stop, don't come any closer."
The man finally paused, both eyes brimming with joy:
"And then?"
And then?
Lu Jing couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"What 'and then'? You should move now!"
If he didn't move, the real danger would be upon himself.
Lu Jing was no young fool, unable to see the dangerous "light" in the man's eyes.
"Hurry!" He urged again.
Seeing how impatient the woman was, Jiang Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"That urgent?"
Hisss.
"Who's urgent?" Lu Jing was almost stomping his feet.
Jiang Ye, holding back his laughter, knew he really couldn't do anything at that time:
"Yes, yes, I'm the urgent one, okay?"
He obediently stepped aside.
Lu Jing quickly slipped away, far away, and eventually headed straight into the kitchen.
