As the kiss landed on her face, Song Qingchun felt a part of her hollowed out. She wanted more to fill the void that had opened up within her, but she didn't know what could possibly do that. Her eyes slowly closed, and her hands slowly climbed up to his shoulders. She herself didn't realize that her clumsy lips had started to respond to his kisses.
He stopped moving as if sensing her reciprocation before dominating her lips more authoritatively. The tension in the room slowly rose, and their breathing came harder as their body temperature rose.
Both of them wished to gain more from each other. His tongue sought hers as he pulled the comforter that separated their bodies out and tossed it from the bed.