Jing Yiren was pulled away from the sickroom by Lu Ming.
As soon as she left the room, Jing Yiren immediately burst into laughter, covering her stomach and rocking back and forth with hilarity!
All the way to the elevator, she couldn't help but keep laughing.
Suddenly, Lu Ming forcefully pushed her against the wall, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You did this? You little rascal!"
Jing Yiren chuckled and snorted, "Are you hurt?"
Lu Ming grabbed her small hand and placed it on his chest: "Why don't you feel for yourself!"
Her small hand could feel his heart pounding vigorously under his shirt, the heat radiating from his chest caused Jing Yiren's face to flush.
Lu Ming leaned closer to her forehead, his warm breath brushed against her face, looking at her with a mysterious expression.
"Next time you want to fool around! Don't use something so disgusting! Your husband won't be able to eat for a week, what am I supposed to do?"
