The deep passion surged and roared.
Love rises with the dawn and sets with the evening.
As the morning light broke, the rolling clouds danced in waves.
Just like the rhythm of Ying Jing's heartbeat.
Her hands were so nervous they had nowhere to be placed.
The floor inside the room had some scattered light, refracted and reflected on the white walls.
The light waves rippled.
The descending kiss was like a dragonfly touching water, fleeting at a touch.
In the aggregate of two lifetimes, she finally got the chance to kiss the person she loved.
Ying Jing was so nervous her heart was trembling.
Wen Fucheng, oh Wen Fucheng, please do not wake up at this moment.
Ying Jing slightly propped up her body, looking down at the person still asleep.
So attractive, how can this person be so attractive, every part just right at the point she loved.
The girl's curled eyelashes fluttered...
Inadvertently, one fell on the man's eyelid.
She wanted to brush away the thing on his face.
