Mu Xingzhi's movements were quite restrained.
Perhaps it was because he had never dared to imagine this scene before; the person he had treasured for so long finally fell by her side, and even the hand against the back of her head dared not exert too much force.
He kissed her all the way down from her eyes, one hand pinching her wrist.
Their breaths entwined, torrid and lingering.
Ye Shaohua trusted the person beside her far too much; she vaguely felt a light bite on her lips, and as she slightly opened them, the other party seemed to pause for a moment before a hot, damp tongue barged in.
A familiar scent surrounded her nose; her body's heat soared, and Ye Shaohua reached out to grab the hem of his clothes, rubbing her nose against the side of his face.
His other hand moved down from her wrist, forcefully shaping their fingers into an interlocked position.