Jing Yiren was slightly startled, staring blankly at Lu Ming.
Without giving her a chance to think, Lu Ming leaned down to seal her lips with his own.
Jing Yiren looked at Lu Ming through her hazy eyes.
She shyly whispered, "Uncle!"
"..." Lu Ming gazed at her with lust-filled eyes, his heart skipping a beat.
How long had it been since she called him that?
Lu Ming remembered that it had been a long time since Jing Yiren had last referred to him that way. Once she became accustomed to their present lifestyle, she stopped using that address for him.
Each time, she would call him "Lu Ming" or "Husband."
How he longed for her to call him 'Uncle' again.
This was more than just a nickname; it was proof of Jing Yiren's dependence on him, a testament to her love.
Lu Ming suddenly pulled her into his embrace, wishing he could meld her into his very essence.
Their heavy breaths were mingled with each other's scent.
