Lu Shaoming used one of his hands to slowly make circles on her small shoulders. He tightly brought her into his embrace and used another hand to gently touch her hair, giving her comfort. Ning Qing bit enough and let him go. She buried her small face into his neck and took a fist to punch him. "If I didn't come, you would've slept with Zhou Zhilei right? How could you be so bad? How could you treat me like this?"
"Lu Shaoming, if you really touched another woman, then I would really despise you very much. I wouldn't want you anymore. You will regret it 'til you die." Lu Shaoming stretched out his tongue to lick his chapped lips. His nose was full of her scent. Silly girl. Other than her, he would not want anyone else.
