Chenxing's body trembled slightly. Under the intoxicating lights, her face, amidst the rosy glow, also reflected a faint layer of intoxication.
Gradually, as if she was beginning to feel something, she submerged herself in a hazy drunkenness, lost in his gentle advances.
Tilting her head, waves of sweetness rippled through her heart. The fragrance of the woman intertwined with the scent of the man, and the two were both completely enraptured, unable to extricate themselves.
They kissed passionately in the backyard garden of their own home.
Such a tumultuous feeling, hazy and dreamlike, carried a hint of surprise, the surprise mingled with a touch of longing, the longing gave way to an irresistible craving, and within that craving, a deeper, more entangled yearning for love.
Chenxing's heart seemed to ascend to the clouds, then even higher, as she, guided by Shaocheng, savored the sweetest taste of affection.
