章 88: By the Fire and Pale Moonlight

Long Jie ignited the pieces of firewood. He waved the flames, trying to create a fire that would last through most of the night.

Song Luli set up the blankets, making it as comfortable as possible over the hardwood flooring. She stepped from behind him, staring at the back of his figure, watching him poke at the ashes and embers. 

He poured some oil, and the flames rose, catching most of the pieces. He then turned around, approaching Song Luli slowly, carefully. Song Luli couldn't look at him. She knew his gaze held a longing sensuality, an indulgence he was ready to consume.

Her heart began to pound the closer he approached her, and she was beginning to feel conscious of the shallow rise and fall of her chest. She clutched at the blanket around her shoulders, watching his hand rise to her cheek, caressing it softly. Long Jie's hand dropped to the necklace around her throat, the gift he gave her.