The predawn sky was murky and dim, the long street desolate and empty after the rain.
Under the flamboyant crabapple tree, Bao Gucheng paused, gazing intensely at the woman with closed eyes yet slightly parted lips, urging him to "continue"!
Suddenly, he leaned down, his kiss deepening like a violent storm ravaging the delicate blossom petals!
...
The scene was as poetic and picturesque as a painting.
At this moment, it seemed the world was reduced to just the two of them.
There was an extraordinary feeling of time passing, everything fleeting by, as if in a blink of an eye.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Zuzi murmured, sighing softly, "Xiao Chenger, I think I finally understand the meaning of those two lines of poetry."
Bao Gucheng had moved from her lips to her swan-like neck, unknowingly biting open the ties of her pure white robe.
The dazzling whiteness came into view, making the man's heart race.
His voice was hoarse, "No, you still don't understand."
