Chapter 200 - Do you have a secret fetish for masochism? (2/2)

“Someone who disgusts me,” Luosang kept things vague, she wasn’t going to find him ever again once the film got approved, “It’s all over now.”

“You were still angry when I called you, he must have hara.s.sed you recently. How can you let it go?” Nian Junting was relentless, “Is he from school or from work?”

“…Work,” Luosang figured that he wouldn’t let it go so easily, “But I’ve already quit my job, I cut off all contact with him.”

“That’s good,” Nian Junting circled his arms around her shoulder, “If he bothers you again, tell me alright. I won’t allow anyone to bully you, hmm… not even myself.”

Luosang felt a gush of affection after hearing what he said and she allowed him to hold her like that.

Nian Junting took the opportunity and pulled her close into his embrace.

“Hmm, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he thought.

Luosang was caught off guard, she felt like he was exploiting the opportunity and protested, “Mr. Nian…”

“What did you call me?” he said threateningly.

“…Junting.”

“Yup,” he replied blissfully.

Luosang was speechless, “Can you let me go and let me eat the goose meat first?”

“Bring it back to your dormitory,” he wasn’t going to let her go so easily now that she was in his arms, “Let’s chat, now that you’ve quit your job, what are you planning to do now?”

“We have a Christmas gala in school next month and I’m going to be the host. There’re a lot of things I need to prepare, I think I am going to focus my energy on that… and then… go on dates with you whenever I’m free.”

Nian Junting felt his heart flutter, he looked down to the woman in his arms and she squinted cheekily at him.

He could taste the sweetness of the atmosphere in his mouth.

No wonder everyone wanted to be in a relations.h.i.+p, blood was coursing through his veins with vitality.

He was so angry with her last night, but today, he only felt sweetness and affection, nothing else.

“We can talk about what you said about the resources available to me after the Christmas Gala.”

Nian Junting hummed spitefully, “Didn’t you reject my help yesterday?”