This action was like trying to suffocate someone.
Yet the timing was impeccable.
Xu Si's body was still shaking but gradually growing calm.
Pei Zhen, timing it precisely, released the handkerchief, tossing it aside casually. Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close without pause. As time wore on, he grew bolder, burying his forehead against her pale neck, greedily drawing in the warmth and scent from her hair.
The moon moved past the dark clouds, its light spilling into the room.
It couldn't illuminate his shadowed eyes, but it revealed his lips, bare and pressed closely against Xu Si's straight collarbone.
After a long while.
He finally curved his lips into a smile.
A strand of silver hair fell onto his exquisite side profile.
Pei Zhen spoke, his voice cool,
"Let's stop here for today. Just like this. I, too, feel I've been somewhat excessive."
