Keep watching TV!
Lu Ming had a deep gaze, with a calm look that seemed to hide roiling waves...
Jing Yiren watched TV, and soon fell asleep leaning against it.
Her long messy hair hung down on her chest, with not a single impurity on her clear face. She lay quietly at the head of the bed, her brows and eyes as elegantly plain as clear water.
With her pert nose, her pale lips slightly opened, moistening now and then with her breath, unconsciously sticking out her little tongue to lick the dryness of her lips.
Her porcelain white skin, her slender neck, the round-necked white sleeping robe revealed the sensual beauty of her collarbones, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breath.
Even as she lay still asleep, an air of natural elegance emanated from her entire being.
Lu Ming turned off the television, and wrapped his arms around her waist to move her a bit.
