I'm Not Marrying You

When Jun Xiqing looked at him, she saw that he was angry. Fluttering her lashes, Jun Xiqing looked him in the eye seriously. "You can't lay your hands on me before we get married."

Hearing this, Lu Yeming only threw her an impassive glance before he turned around to go inside the bathroom.

In the bathroom.

Lifting his hand to undo his buttons, Lu Yeming took off his clothes and threw them aside. He switched on the tap and the water ran over his sculpted muscles.

Furrowing his brows lightly, he moved his hand down to relieve himself of those pent up desires. When Ye Ruge lowered her stance to pleasure him just now, he really did want her to continue.

Yes, he did like Ye Ruge too.

Their relationship had grown over many years, though they were just benefiting from each other. Jun Xiqing had come later. But somehow, he still rejected Ye Ruge, pushing her aside.

What was he thinking of just now?