Zhao Lifei's eyes fluttered shut. Yang Feng was slowly kissing her and savoring every second of their interaction. Never once did his hands slip from her waist or elude a different meaning. He kissed her as if he was memorizing the taste of her lips, the way they were shaped, and how they molded perfectly against his greedy ones. He poured his emotions into the kiss, the ones he couldn't utter. Her fingers rested upon his cheek, almost understanding the meaning behind his gentle kiss. Loved. Cherished. These were the last emotions she felt before falling asleep in his arms.
Yang Feng laid in bed wide awake while she was cuddled into his side. He continued to pat her back, as one would do to a child. When she shared the story with him, he had to force himself to stay calm. His hands had itched to wrap themselves around Zheng Tianyi's neck and bring that man to ruins. His body was mellow like his reaction, but his mind was silently calculating and plotting the downfall of that man.
