But the more this happened, the more Lu Ming liked it.
Speaking as he suddenly yanked back the covers, then pounced on her.
His tender kisses landed on her brow, her eyes, her tiny nose, her soft lips...
Jing Yiren's heart pounded wildly, like a startled deer, as she shyly and gently responded to Lu Ming's kisses.
Lu Ming's warm, teasing kisses left Jing Yiren's mind completely blank.
He slipped off her alluring nightgown.
In his broad palm was a condom, which he placed into Jing Yiren's hand, guiding her small hand to help tear it open.
Her delicate, boneless hands assisted him to put it on.
What should have been a simple task became as arduous as moving a mountain for Lu Ming, sweat pouring down his back as if enduring an eternity of torment.
Jing Yiren had never used such a thing before and had no idea how to use it, even though Lu Ming tried to teach her.
But her bashfulness made her so nervous she fumbled endlessly, unable to get it right.
