Jing Yiren's mouth twitched slightly, was this a compliment or an insult?
Jing Yiren arrived home by car, and it was already past midnight.
She was so tired she could barely manage, fortunately, the filming tomorrow wasn't too early.
Jing Yiren returned to her room, flopped down on the bed, and fell asleep.
The beds were apart, but as soon as Jing Yiren lay down, Lu Ming squeezed over to her side, hugging her from behind.
Jing Yiren angrily scolded: "Roll back to your side!"
"..." Lu Ming hugged her tightly without loosening his grip: "I won't!"
Jing Yiren never knew that Lu Ming could be so shamelessly stubborn.
"If you don't let go, I'll hit you!"
"Go ahead and hit!"
Lu Ming had made up his mind, he wouldn't fight back or talk back, determined to win his wife back no matter what.
Jing Yiren turned around, abruptly gathered her Inner Strength, and really struck towards Lu Ming's chest with a palm.
