Suddenly, Jing Yiren felt a piercing pain and instinctively let out a small cry.
The next second, his lips once again silenced her.
Lu Ming's rigid body lay on top of hers, unmoving.
Painfully, he murmured comforting words, "It won't hurt in a moment!"
"..." Indeed, the pain subsided after a moment.
The pain from just now vanished in an instant, replaced by an indescribable feeling, as if countless currents were running wild within her body.
A tingling numbness made her whole body go weak and powerless.
With Lu Ming's movements, Jing Yiren felt herself becoming increasingly strange, gradually losing consciousness.
Instinctively, she clung onto the bedsheet as Lu Ming's waist writhed.
She was afraid she would fly too high and fall down.
Lu Ming wished he could delve deep into her heart as he caressed every inch of her delicate skin.
Accompanying her in soaring to the heavens, touching the clouds, and sinking into the fiery depths of hell!
