Zheng Jing didn't stop kissing her for a long time.
Their breaths mingled with each other and so did their heart beats.
He picked up Zheng Lun and went upstairs. He carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed.
Their eyes looked into each other and Zheng Lun started to blush. Yet she still mustered up her courage and looked directly into Zheng Jing's eyes. She was panting and her fingers were trembling.
Zheng Jing's heart ached as he stared at the woman whom he had been in love with for so long.
Zheng Lun, however, felt like she was floating in happiness. It had taken her just a kiss to understand how her brother felt.
But her heart hurt looking at the wounds on Zheng Jing's face and body.
His face had bruises and the gauze had fallen off his ears, showing Zhao Anan's teeth marks. His arms were also full of scratches and bruises.
