Jun Xi Qing had not been together with Lu Yeming for a long time. Ever since the ninth underworld wedding three months ago, she had ended the relationship between the two of them with three shots, and she had never seen him again.
Now that he was pressing down on her and kissing her, he was still the same Lu Yeming. He was so domineering that it was impossible to reject him, but his kiss was much gentler.
For a man with his status and power, once he became gentle, it was quite fatal.
The knocking on the door continued. “Young madam, Young Madam!”
Jun Xi Qing and Yu Jie trembled and bit the corner of Lu Yeming’s lips hard.
The faint smell of blood quickly spread to his mouth.
Lu Yeming felt the pain and slowly let go of her red lips.
He stood up straight and stayed silent by her bed for a while before he walked to the window.
