Only until Lu Ming crawled out of the bed, his passionate, profound eyes fixedly staring at her.
The corner of his mouth curved up slightly, "Satisfied so soon?"
Jing Yiren was so embarrassed that she couldn't even look at his face.
Then she felt the same gentle movements as he made every night.
Jing Yiren, drenched in sweat, left trails across his back.
That night was a frenzy like never before!
Jing Yiren was so shy that she wished she could crawl into a hole.
But it has to be said, Lu Ming was always exceptionally gentle, extremely careful about her feelings.
Time and again he took her up to cloud nine.
They were as close as milk and water, inseparable.
His hoarse voice, calling her name.
As if he wished he could shatter her soul.
Her soul seemed to drift from her body, fluttering into the clouds.
Swimming in the water.
They clung to each other.
Jing Yiren, drenched in sweat, left trails across his back.
It seemed like Lu Ming...wasn't enough.
