Their second kiss was complete fire.
Lu Jinchen kissed her like a man starved, as if he'd spent a lifetime holding back and could no longer breathe without her. His hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer until her body was pressed flush against his.
Xia Yuqing gasped softly, her hands landing on his chest, meaning to push him away—but her strength vanished the moment his lips moved against hers. His kiss was fierce, desperate, and achingly familiar.
She melted, her mind blanked. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. Her knees weakened, her mind spun, and all she could taste was him—warm, wild, intoxicating.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. Her lips trembled, slightly swollen, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. His gaze, dark and intense, burned into her like a storm about to swallow her whole.
