Ning Qing And Her Male Harem

The moment she moved, the hair in his palm fell into mid air, then fell onto her shoulders.

His palm was empty.

It was only her hair that brushed past his palm, and it was enough to leave behind a numb feeling.

It made others' hearts move.

Lu Shaoming kept his hands back and caressed Little Young Master Lu's back lightly. He lowered his gaze to kiss Little Young Master Lu's face wherever the woman had kissed before, and his cold, firm, and handsome face had a gentleness to it. "Little Young Master Lu, did you miss Daddy? When Mama is raising you, you cannot mess around, and you cannot make it too hard for Mama, okay?"

Ning Qing held her son's small hand, and there was not too much of an expression on her face while she said, "I have given a name to Little Young Master Lu; it is Lu Qinwen."

Lu Qinwen.

Lu Shaoming read out this name inside his heart. Qin referred to beautiful jade, and it had the meaning of virtue and talent.