The night in Jiazhou in September brought with it a cool breeze, and the city lights were mesmerizing.
His clothes were soaked, and his strong physique pressed against her, every detail visible.
He cupped her cheeks with his hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue tasted strongly as their breath intertwined.
Her breathing became erratic, and she could only hold onto his body, sensing the heat beneath the wet fabric, the originally cool male body becoming almost arrogantly hot, burning her palms.
She felt her throat dry, her mind in a daze, only able to sip the minty coolness he offered along with the rich scent of tobacco.
In her confused mind, she thought, no wonder he was reluctant to throw away that "strong cigarette" while standing in the "rain curtain," its taste was truly soul-stealing...
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