It wasn't until Lu Ming scrambled out of the blanket, his soft, profound eyes gazing steadily at her.
His lips curled up slightly: "Are you satisfied already?"
Jing Yiren was so embarrassed that she didn't dare look at his face.
Then she felt his gentle movement, just like every other night.
Jing Yiren, drenched in sweet sweat, traced lines down his back.
This night was pure madness like never before!
Jing Yiren was so bashful that she wished she could crawl into a hole and hide.
But it must be said, every time, Lu Ming was exceptionally gentle and careful about her feelings.
Each time carrying her to the clouds.
Inseparable, bonding like glue.
His hoarse voice calling out her name.
Wishing he could shake her soul out of her.
Her soul seemed to leave her body, fluttering into the clouds.
Glimmering in the water.
They clung to each other.
Jing Yiren, drenched in sweet sweat, traced lines down his back.
It seemed Lu Ming couldn't get enough ...
