"Yaoyao, I've missed you so much."
These simple words seemed to spill from the softest corner of Mingye's heart, brimming with the longing and deep affection from his long journey.
A wave of warmth washed over Su Yaoyao. Her eyes welled with tears as she responded with deep affection, "Mingye, I've missed you, too."
The moment she finished speaking, Mingye lowered his head slightly, his movements as gentle as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world.
His gaze was filled with deep affection and desire, and his breath grew warm.
He slowly leaned in, his lips first brushing the corner of Su Yaoyao's mouth like a feather's touch, full of tentative reverence.
Then, he pressed a little harder, their lips fitting together more closely. Su Yaoyao involuntarily closed her eyes, sinking into the love-filled atmosphere.
Mingye's kiss deepened, his tongue lightly tracing the outline of Su Yaoyao's lips as if to pour all his longing into it.
