She had only just woken up and hadn't had the chance to ask Lu Ming why he wasn't in the hospital yesterday. How did he end up on the set?
And that video of his, as well as the crew deliberately filming in the city center, were all for this purpose. Had Lu Ming arranged all of this?
Jing Yiren was about to speak. Lu Ming hooked the corner of her mouth, gently pressed the remote control in his hand, and the TV flickered off.
Lu Ming threw the remote aside carelessly and held Jing Yiren as he bent over her, raining down kiss after kiss.
Jing Yiren's neck was already covered in a string of strawberries, and Lu Ming, as if not satisfied, nibbled and bit on her delicate neck.
This prompted a succession of soft gasps from Jing Yiren.
Jing Yiren pulled back her senses, pushing Lu Ming away slightly, and seeing the scratch marks on his chest, her face flushed red all of a sudden.
