Qiao Yin looked shocked, "Really? You're happy the kid isn't yours? I thought you'd be angry and upset!"
"I am angry but not upset, and my anger isn't because the child isn't mine, but because I never expected her to dare to deceive me with such a scheme."
Lu Lingche caressed Qiao Yin's face, sighing in his heart. In the past, how many foolish things had he done, and now, how much did he need to do to make amends?
She didn't kick him out of bed; she was really soft-hearted towards him.
But she didn't know, her soft-heartedness really made him take a mile when given an inch.
In the end, he couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss her.
The warm, soft, sweet feeling, the trembling satisfaction, all came from her.
But it seemed she was angry, and she bit him hard.
However, for Lu Lingche, pain was also pleasure, bleeding was also worthwhile. He kissed her more forcefully, and only when he heard her sobbing in his embrace did he feel as though his empty heart was somewhat filled.
