Exiting the bathroom, everyone was gone, leaving only Uncle in the room.
Preparing to shuffle back to her bed, her emotionless uncle, exuding an intimidating aura, suddenly arose from the couch and walked over to her.
Jing Yiren felt startled. She wondered if she had just stirred all the house residents up, and there was also yesterday's broken foreign mirror which he had not mentioned yet. Could it be he was looking to settle the score with her now?
Just as these thoughts flickered, she was suddenly lifted up and placed back onto the bed.
"..." Jing Yiren had never been carried by a man like that.
Lu Ming's strong arms cradled her easily like a princess, causing her to feel a bit shy.
Seeing her shy appearance, Lu Ming's gaze deepened, gently setting her on the already changed bed.
Jing Yiren lay on the bed, Lu Ming sat at the edge, staring at her without seeming to have any intention to leave.
