Lu Ming suddenly stretched out his arm, grasping her by the back and gradually lowering her down.
Jing Yiren laid on the huge office desk, her trembling hands tightly clutching the edge of the table.
This torture, which was more painful than death yet ecstatic as soaring into the skies or diving into the earth, made Jing Yiren uncontrollably twist her waist, sending out shards of sound...
Lu Ming's compassion and affection, all dedicated to satisfying her every need, wishing he could give his all to express his love for her...
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The next day, the weekend.
Early in the morning, Wang Qiushui and his wife, as well as Jiang Duoduo, went to the hospital to accompany their grandmother.
Jing Yiren finally had a peaceful day to herself.
Lu Ming noticed that without the Wang Qiushui family around, Jing Yiren's mood was markedly better.
Early in the morning, she was already pushing a baby stroller with the two children, taking a walk in the garden.
