Lin Yin didn't look at him for the entire night. He felt neglected and uncomfortable.
Lin Yin turned to look at Lu Ming in amusement and said, "Lu Ming, how old are you? Why are you still like a child?"
Lu Ming hated it when Lin Yin said that he was old.
Previously, when Mu Ran said that he was old and not worthy of Lin Yin, he was still brooding over the fact that he was an old cow eating young grass.
Lu Ming bent down and his strong arms passed through Lin Yin's knees. He picked her up like he was carrying a child.
Lin Yin was still holding a dress in her hand. She cried out in shock when Lu Ming suddenly picked her up.
"Yinyin, are you despising me for being old?" Lu Ming's dangerous aura sounded in Lin Yin's ear.
Lin Yin said weakly, "That's not what I meant."
Lu Ming's eyes landed on Lin Yin's small earlobe, and his voice was a little low. "Is it because you despise me for not being as strong as those young men?"
