Frowning, he took out a pristine white handkerchief and tenderly wiped the tears from her face, completely ignoring Mo Chen's presence.
Mo Chen had grown accustomed to their intimacy over time and was no longer phased by it.
He turned to look towards the mountain peak, a glint of dark light flashing in his eyes before vanishing altogether.
The towering peak, shrouded in mist, looked somewhat mystical under the azure sky.
Chu Yuxiao's movements were gentle and slow.
He treated the act of wiping her tears as a pleasure, his eyes filled with lingering tenderness.
Su Yan looked at him with an infatuated gaze, almost drowning in the intensity of his focused eyes.
Their faces drew closer and closer, and their breathing became increasingly unsteady.
And their gazes were both fixed on each other's lips...
One pair was thin and deep red, the other small and dewy.
The breath exhaled from the two mouths was like a faintly intoxicating fragrance, bewitching their senses.
