When a muffled roll of thunder, dulled by the soundproof windows, made its way indoors, she came back to herself and opened her eyes.
Sheng Qianchi was holding her face, kissing her lips with deep passion.
He whispered softly in her ear, "Jiayin, I love you."
Gu Jiayin was as serene as a lily in the drizzle, allowing herself to be picked.
She squinted slightly, feeling the gentle affection being tenderly bestowed upon her lips, the man's handsome face so magnified it blurred, while the scent of his clean, mint-like masculinity filled her nose.
In his grasp, she was soft and alluring, a moist ambiguity spreading from her lips, covering her charming face.
The large hand at her waist grew tighter and tighter, inch by inch pressing her into his embrace.
The hand cupping her cheek gently caressed her skin, roaming tenderly between her face and neck, sending shivers like electric currents down her spine.
She could clearly feel his breath trembling lightly with emotion.
