Lu Ying, having practiced martial arts for many years, appeared tall and slender on the surface, but beneath his clothes were robust, muscular arms with strikingly defined lines. Shen Yinning simply could not resist his strength.
Tiny beads of tears hung on her eyelashes, and she whimpered like a kitten: "Brother Lu Ying... please, no more, Brother Lu Ying... I can't take it... please spare me, Brother Lu Ying..."
Lu Ying turned her face toward him, gently holding her face with his hands.
He gazed into her eyes and asked, "Who is your man?"
Shen Yinning, ever so demure, answered obediently, "It's Brother Lu Ying..."
Upon hearing this answer, the cold clarity in Lu Ying's eyes faded, giving way to a hint of softness.
He softly caressed Shen Yinning's tear-glossed, enchanting eyes with the pads of his fingers. He wanted Shen Yinning's heart and eyes to be filled with him, he wanted Shen Yinning to like him, adore him, see him as her only sky.
