Jing Yiren dodged around frantically but could not escape Lu Ming's domineering kiss.
This long-missed flavor drove Lu Ming mad, and this kiss, like a volcanic eruption, was unstoppable.
Every time Jing Yiren thought about how Lu Ming spent his honeymoon abroad with Zheng Peipei and then lied about it being a business trip when he came back, she had endured it all for the sake of their child.
However, she could not bear that Lu Ming had doted on another woman and then came to kiss her.
Jing Yiren felt disgusted.
This kiss, which had once been filled with intense passion, now felt like torture to Jing Yiren.
Jing Yiren struggled desperately but could not escape Lu Ming's confinement.
Lu Ming was forceful, kissing Jing Yiren despotically, holding her tight in his embrace.
He delved into her mouth, pried open her teeth, tangled with her inner softness, brushed over every inch of her smooth skin, and wished he could merge her into his body.
He took her right there.
