Besides being a husband in name only, he was nothing more to this uncle of hers.
Doing such a thing without her consent, how was he any different from a bandit?
Thinking this, Jing Yiren suddenly began to resist Lu Ming like a madwoman.
When she couldn't push him away, her small hands aimlessly flailed against his body and on his face.
"Don't... Uncle...! Don't... Uncle... Only those with mutual affection can..."
The more she struggled and fought back, the more enraged Lu Ming became.
He lifted his head from Jing Yiren's chest and proceeded to choke her fiercely.
"Mutual affection?" these words gritted out through Lu Ming's clenched teeth...
She really didn't want to have any intimate contact with him. Just moments ago, she said that he was her husband, her man, her Lu Ming.
This term of affection, however, had hollowed out Lu Ming's chest to the point of discomfort.
