A pair of delicate and pale legs actively hooked around Lu Ming's neck.
Her appearance simply made Lu Ming lose his senses, frantically swaying his hips.
Lu Ming let out a low shout, commanding: "Call me uncle! Yiren! Be good!"
Jing Yiren, out of consciousness, was like a puppet at the mercy of Lu Ming.
She softly called out: "Unc... Uncle!"
The long-lost nickname made Lu Ming's eyes redden immediately. He wished he could blend her into his marrow, to become one with her.
To give her all his love, to let her know how deeply he loved her…
In the quiet restroom, there was only their heavy breathing, Jing Yiren's soft gasps, Lu's low groans, sounds mixing intimately.
The two of them clung to each other, fervently entwined the entire night.
Lu Ming held Jing Yiren as they fell into a deep sleep, stroking her hair stuck together with sweat from her face.
Gently, tenderly kissing the roots of her hair.
Asking the quiet, beautiful face: "Comfortable? Yiren!"
