But he couldn't say anything, he could only keep kissing her skin, as if afflicted by a thirst for touch.
Lu Xiaojiu was ashamed and furious, she couldn't let Lu Bai know it was her, otherwise, how could she face him? He didn't recognize her, but she knew it was Lu Bai. Lu Xiaojiu struggled to leave, but Lu Bai held her waist firmly.
"Don't go!" Lu Bai's chin pressed on her smooth shoulder, "Don't leave me."
...
Lu Xiaojiu was deeply shaken. Lu Bai's bitter tone pierced her heart like needles. Yet when the scene in Syria came to mind, she felt as if she was torn apart. Logic and emotion fiercely intertwined within Lu Xiaojiu.
"I'm sorry!" He kissed her shoulder, gentle kisses falling one after another.
"I want to go home, let me go."
Lu Bai smiled at her, "Come home with me, will you?"
Lu Xiaojiu, "..."
