It was as if the moment Lu Ming let go, Jing Yiren's body would go limp and collapse at any time.
Jing Yiren's small face was flushed with sensuality, her eyes slightly dazed.
This ravishing beauty of hers was something Lu Ming normally only witnessed on their bed.
The reason Lu Ming deliberately provoked her like this was to show everyone that they were a loving couple.
The rumors would naturally crumble on their own.
Jing Yiren did not like his forceful ways, did not like his aggression, so he could only use this softer, more yielding approach.
Lu Ming's lips curved slightly, his arm around her waist tightened, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck to breathe in her fragrance.
Jing Yiren was forced to tilt her head back.
In this posture, it seemed as if the two of them, as a married couple, were so passionately in love that they couldn't bear to part from each other even in public.
From afar, reporters incessantly snapped photos with their cameras.
