Compared to the tranquil exterior of the small wooden cabin, the interior contrasted starkly.
It was too intense.
Wen Xian felt she had never seen such an impassioned Lu Xiao before, holding her crazily, tightly, as if he wished to merge her into his very bones and blood.
Lu Xiao called her crazy.
Perhaps she indeed was a madwoman, recklessly seeking him out and, against all odds, actually finding him.
Her overcoat still carried the chill from outside, the coldness spreading as she peeled off its layers, revealing a milky white turtleneck sweater underneath.
He seemed to have missed her too much, but also shocked by her appearance, so his plundering was exceptionally domineering and forceful, as if he could never take enough.
Wen Xian, too, was deeply ensnared.
Only she wondered, who could know, looking at such a cold and stern man, usually so distant and serious, that he was now fiercely pinning her against the door and kissing her aggressively...
