A pair of slender and tender legs actively hooked around Lu Ming's neck.
The sight of her drove Lu Ming absolutely wild, fiercely gyrating his hips.
With a low groan, Lu Ming commanded, "Call me Uncle! Yiren! Be good!"
Jing Yiren, having lost consciousness, was manipulated like a puppet by Lu Ming.
She softly summoned, "Un... Uncle!"
The long-missed endearment inflamed Lu Ming's eyes with passion. He wished he could meld her into his very bones and fuse with her.
To give her all of his love, to let her know how much he loved her…
In the quiet restroom, there were only the sounds of their panting, the gasps of Yiren, Lu's low growls, and the symphony of their perfect harmony.
The two clung to each other and immersed in their passion for the entire night.
Lu Ming held Jing Yiren as they both fell into a deep sleep, brushing aside the strands of her hair damp with sweat.
With a gentle and tender kiss on her hairline,
he asked her sleepy, beautiful face, "Comfortable? Yiren!"
