Chapter 390: Miss Zhou, Are You Really Not Going To Let Me Participate In The Red Win Competition

Ning Qing lifted her head up from his embrace. Her small hand slowly climbed up his handsome side profile. Her soft fingers touched his firm and toned body, and all she could see in her eyes was his bright and mesmerizing gaze.

"Silly."

She spat out that word softly.

He was really so foolish.

This man.

Lu Shaoming's long lashes that were like two brushes fluttered for a moment. His gaze landed on her small, maroon lips, and he softly said, "Sorry, Wifey."

Sorry for all the pain that she went through because of him.

Sorry that he did not accompany her all this while.