Lu Ming suddenly rolled over, pressing her under him.
His long fingers tenderly held her small face, moving the hair from her face behind her ears.
His soft eyes gazed intensely at her.
Then, in the next second, he gently dropped a kiss.
Lu Ming's heart was filled with longing that had accumulated over three thousand years. He kissed her brow, her eyes, her small nose, and finally her lips, lingering with deep affection.
Every move Lu Ming made was gentle and cautious.
His lips, expertly opening her teeth, slid skillfully into her mouth, caressing every inch of her tender skin.
The air inside Jing Yiren's lungs was slowly sucked away by him, instinctively she raised her shoulders, her delicate fingers scratching red marks on his back.
She responded to his kiss.
Jing Yiren opened her mouth slightly to breathe, which made his kiss even more intense and sweeping.
Lu Ming's grip on her arms became tighter and tighter.
He yearned to express all his love to her.
