This wasn't the right place.
And it wasn't the right time.
Mo Si nuzzled Jiang Qiuqiu's cheek. The heat of his skin met the warmth of hers, and a ticklish sensation spread across her face. He propped himself up on the sofa with one hand, while the other couldn't help but wander over Qiuqiu's face.
This was his lover.
He wanted to hold back, but their proximity only made it harder to suppress the thoughts flooding his mind.
Just a little... His fingers traced her jaw, her neck, brushing against the edge of her collar.
His breathing grew heavy. It was as if he had been suffused with the essence of March peach blossoms, a rosy flush spreading through him, overflowing with the fragrance of spring.
Jiang Qiuqiu lay on the sofa, her collar slightly disheveled, her lips a vivid red, and her eyes shimmering like a rose on the branch, full of allure.
It was an intertwining of wind and moon.
