Huo Jingting didn't speak again, but his lips didn't leave hers, kissing all the way down from her forehead, past her brows and eyes, finally landing on her lips.
Gu Nanqiao was kissed until her consciousness grew more and more blurred, feeling a bit embarrassed inside. Was this a spring dream?
Was it because she missed him so much that she had such a realistic dream?
The scorching breath, the real sensation, as if he was truly by her side.
Gradually, she couldn't help but reach out to embrace him; all the pain and longing from this past month transformed into the strength of her arms holding him.
The tighter she held, the deeper he kissed.
Finally, Gu Nanqiao gradually felt short of breath, and had to open her eyes.
The moonlight shimmered down like a layer of silver gauze, and she looked at him with eyes filled with bewildered confusion.
Before her, it was indeed his face, perfect features, exquisite contour.
