The moment Lu Ming stepped out of the car and saw her waiting for him on the balcony, he was filled with a sense of belonging and happiness that he had never experienced before.
It turned out that having someone worry about you, care for you, could feel this blissful.
Without a second thought, he dashed up the stairs.
He had never been this desperate to possess her, to embrace her, to be one with her in both mind and body.
Lu Ming eagerly and impatiently kissed her, while Jing Yiren's breath was slowly drawn out by him.
Both of them fell into the soft white sea of roses.
Not until Jing Yiren couldn't catch her breath, gasping for air, did Lu Ming release her.
His large hands brushed through the strands of hair on her face.
Lu Ming's heart was tender at this moment.
His gaze fixed on her eyes, filled with lingering tenderness.
He couldn't help but caress her fair and flushed cheeks with his fingertips, each contact gentle and brooding.
