The curtains were swaying in the breeze.
On the rosewood couch, only two faint breaths remained. He could sense the girl beneath him stiffen instantly.
The surrounding darkness was pitch black, and neither could see the other's face clearly.
Cui Yun, who had practiced martial arts year-round, had calloused fingertips, which now accurately encircled her head by the pillow and pressed against her nape.
Shen Hua trembled with shock.
Yet, he did not let her shrink away.
His scorching lips first landed on her moist eyes, then on her pert nose, and finally tore through gentleness bit by bit with eager licks and grazes.
Shen Hua's drowsiness fully awoke in alarm, her heart in disarray, her lashes trembling violently while the rooted suckling of her tongue made her numb and ache, her hands weakly pressing against the firm chest before her.
She was gasping for breath, a whimper involuntarily escaping her throat.
Cui Yun paused his actions, ceasing his assertiveness.
