Lu Ming held her small hand that had slapped his face, his tender gaze filled with sympathy and heartache.
With a turn, he gently pressed her under him.
He softly kissed her lips.
His incessant kisses moved to her ear.
From deep within his heart, he sighed out the three words he owed her but had never spoken.
"I love you, Yiren! " Lu Ming's voice was husky, yet as delicate as a feather.
His words stirred Jing Yiren's heart into a soft puddle, causing ripples that echoed for a long time.
She extended her arms, tightly holding Lu Ming.
Lu Ming deeply kissed her, wishing he could convey all his love to her.
He kindled her desire, attempting to ignite her passion…
His indifference was only because of his love for her.
His disregard was only because of his love for her.
His callousness was only because of his love for her.
He only wished his indifference, disregard and coldness would make her pay more attention to him…
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