This kiss went on longer than any of their previous kisses. The lingering warmth and feeling of everlasting love were so wondrous that they were rather intoxicated by it.
Lips parted, he was already deeply immersed inside her moist and tender mouth. Her delicate face was flushed red and her dark brows framed glittering eyes. She appeared indescribably alluring and heartrending.
She was as lovely as a Chinese Flowering Apple, zesty and appealing against the bright, clear skies.
Si Yiyan suddenly thought of a Song dynasty poem by Liu Zi Cui: "A quiet, feminine manner welcomes the clear spring. The cherry blossom rides on the merry breeze brought about by the willows… The nighttime showers beautiful and poignant. An image too spellbinding to be drawn…"
Si Yiyan tightened his grip around her waist, pressing their bodies closer and closer together.