Leng Yan held her, continuously kissed her lips, then passionately moved to kiss her neck.
After everything they've been through, their feelings have only grown more stable and profound.
Now they can finally kiss without restraint, the passion lurking in their hearts like an opened floodgate, desire surging forth like a deluge.
Xia Nuo held onto Leng Yan's body in a daze, her whole body trembling slightly from his caresses and kisses. She felt that this passion was far from enough, yearning for more, more real, to fill the great void within her.
Leng Yan was no better off, remembering Xia Nuo's words, not daring to act rashly.
He could only lean his forehead forcefully against hers, and with a hoarse voice, he asked lowly, "Xia Nuo, is it okay?"
Xia Nuo slightly opened her eyes, her curled and dense eyelashes trembling, those small lashes like a gentle feather brushing lightly over Leng Yan's heart, stirring waves of unrest.
