Ning Qing's pink mouth was trembling, and her hand was pulled down by him. She looked at him with through her tears. She had cried too much, and her small, dainty nose was red. "You lied. I said you couldn't touch me, but you tricked me to go to the top of the mountain that day..."
Lu Shaoming held her in his arms. The little woman's mind was quick. In a moment, she had thought through what had happened in the past few months.
He brushed her beautiful hair behind her ear and kissed her snowy little earlobe. "Wifey, I used a little poppy to relieve the pain that day."
Ning Qing was shocked and trembled. Pointing out her forefinger and scolding him. "You animal; don't you want to live? You only know how to do those things."
