She hastily set down the coffee on the table.
She pulled out a few tissues and hurriedly wiped Lu Ming's face.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Lu Ming, I didn't do it on purpose. Look, I'm all wet too."
Jiang Duoduo's nightgown, drenched and clinging to her chest.
The already thin dress now soggily clinging to a large part of her chest, Jiang Duoduo's ample bust was vaguely visible.
With a shy upward glance at Lu Ming, her captivating eyes fluttered at him, her lips hooking in a suggestive smirk. Her body subconsciously softened towards Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's face darkened instantly, and he moved to the side.
Jiang Duoduo lunged into the air and bumped into the wall behind Lu Ming.
Jiang Duoduo leaned against the wall, straightening herself up awkwardly.
She didn't believe that any man could resist the temptation of their carnal desires.
With her appearance and perfect figure, even if she were lacking, could she be worse than Jing Yiren, a woman who had given birth?
