He held the woman's slender waist, burying his head in her snowy white swan neck, gently kissing.
Jiang Ruan felt like cotton, her whole body devoid of strength.
Separated for half a month, she also longed to be close to him.
Supporting the table with her hand, she subconsciously tilted her head back, gasping to remind him, "Don't leave marks, I have to film tomorrow."
Her soft, pleading voice reached his ears, yet Bao Ye didn't even lift his eyelids; he knew his limits.
He drove for four hours to get here.
Throughout the journey, Bao Ye thought of many things to say to her; it's never the same over the phone as it is face-to-face.
But after seeing her, his mind went completely blank.
Nothing is more intimate than skin-to-skin contact, uniting two souls.
Fiery kisses, gentle caresses with his fingertips.
Sweat overflowing due to passion.
All of which show his longing, his love for her.
The bathroom sink was a place they often frequented, but the hallway table was a first.
