Jiang Xinghai's embrace was passionate and deep, as if a torrent of long-suppressed emotions was being unleashed all at once.
A potent, hormonal scent filled the air, seeming to shroud the world in a thick haze of passion.
Under the moonlight, the two were like dry tinder and a burning flame, instantly clinging to each other, inseparable.
Lin Liping's hands hooked around Jiang Xinghai's neck, her body pressed tightly against his.
Jiang Xinghai held Lin Liping in his arms, unconsciously walking toward the house.
"Liping, I've missed you!"
Jiang Xinghai buried his stubbled face in Lin Liping's shoulder. He reluctantly pulled away from her lips, wanting to undress her.
Lin Liping placed her hands on Jiang Xinghai's chest, stopping his hands from roaming further down.
"Xinghai, let's go inside!"
Lin Liping's pretty face was flushed, her eyes filled with passion.
"Okay!" Jiang Xinghai grinned.
He carried Lin Liping inside to the first floor.
