Lu Jingchen lowered his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him who had her head down and was avoiding his gaze. His Adam's apple bobbed as he crouched down in front of her, cupping her face, and softly called out, "Qiaoqiao, I lost control last night, I'm sorry..."
Last night, he was completely overwhelmed by anger and desire, so he knew just how fiercely he had tormented her, nearly exhausting her entirely inside and out.
Song Qiao lifted her eyes directly to meet the man in front of her, immediately locking onto his deep eyes, clearly seeing her own reflection in them.
