"Eat... Eat..." What does he want to eat? Ning Qing couldn't believe that those words had come from Lu Shaoming's mouth. She really wanted to ask, I'm neither a rabbit nor am I a sheep. Why do you want to eat me?
But she didn't ask because she felt that the topic was somewhat inappropriate.
Ning Qing mustered her strength and put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but all of a sudden, warmth enveloped her face as the man held her small face in his big hands. She felt something warm and wet working its way up her face.
He kissed her sharp jaw tenderly, brushing his thin lips on her delicate face, and finally dropped a kiss on her eyelids. He felt her long eyelashes trembling furiously under his lips and muttered hoarsely, "Qingqing, don't cry again, alright? Watching you cry just now really breaks my heart."
This man was really fickle; he could change from bull to a lovebird within a second.
