Ning Qing's long lashes that resembled a butterfly's wings were shut tight. She did not dare open her eyes. As for where the place he was applying medication to, she did not use her eyes to see, but her body was able to feel.
It was extremely embarrassing.
A softness came upon her lips. She was kissed.
Ning Qing opened her eyes quickly. The man closed his eyes, and his long lashes that were like two straight rows of brushes were closed silently, and he was kissing her passionately.
Ning Qing struggled. She buried her small head in his neck. Her small face was crimson red as she nudged on the ironed collar of his shirt. "I thought you were not in the mood?"
Lu Shaoming used one of his hands to cup her face up, and before he kissed her again, he said, "I am suddenly in the mood now."
Ning Qing: "…"
