If it were possible, Lu Mingfei wished that time could stop at this moment.
The thought of their imminent separation made it impossible for him to let her go.
After a long while, An An felt she was nearly out of breath, so Lu Mingfei finally released her.
Both were slightly panting, and An An felt her face was burning hot; her heart raced so much it almost made her believe she was going to have a heart attack.
Lu Mingfei reached out to brush aside the strands of hair on her forehead, as if to comfort her, gently rubbing her head.
"Darling, have a nap, I'll wake you up later."
An An didn't speak, just nodded slightly and leaned into his embrace.
Her face was still blazing; she had thought he was a wooden man, but little did she know, once he got passionate, he was like an erupting volcano, enough to melt her.
She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent mixed with grass and earth.
She thought she would never forget the aroma of this moment for the rest of her life.
