Mingye's kiss was fervent and wild, as if he were trying to pour all his emotions into it.
His tongue eagerly plunged into Su Yaoyao's mouth, tangling with hers in a way that was both gentle and domineering as it brazenly plundered every breath she held.
Though Su Yaoyao was completely immobilized, she could clearly feel Mingye's almost fanatical possessiveness.
During this long and scorching kiss, Mingye's hand slowly slid from Su Yaoyao's jaw, tracing down her neck to gently caress her skin.
His warm touch trembled slightly, as if he were exploring a priceless treasure.
His breathing grew more ragged, washing over Su Yaoyao's face in scorching hot puffs.
"Yaoyao, you can only be mine." Mingye finally released Su Yaoyao's lips, panting softly as he whispered in her ear.
His voice was tinged with a hoarseness—the mark of being seared by desire and deep affection.
His gaze remained fixed on Su Yaoyao, as if trying to etch her appearance deep into his very soul.
