Fengyu's words pleased Xie Xun.
He had never doubted Fengyu's deep affection for him, but he was angered by the fact that a boy she hadn't seen in ten years occupied such an important place in her heart. Fengyu, unwilling to quarrel with Xie Xun over Xiaoqi, pulled him to sit on the bed. Her hands encircled his neck, and she tilted her head up to plant a kiss on his chin. Her fingers gently rubbed his ear—Xie Xun's favorite intimate gesture.
Xie Xun, tempted, lowered his head and kissed her. Ever since that New Year's Eve, their embraces often ended up stirring deeper passion. Xie Xun's heated kisses wandered from her cheek to the edge of her ear, where he gently bit it. Fengyu winced in pain and raised her hand to hit him. Reluctantly, Xie Xun let go of her—he loved this tenderness, like animals marking their territory.
