Whispered tenderness, tossing and turning at dusk.
Her eyes were tightly closed, refusing to look, yet her trembling lashes were consistently wet.
Zhao Jing kissed her for a while, finally losing control, seduced by the warmth and softness in his arms, taking a deep breath, he pressed her down beneath him.
She suddenly opened her eyes and pushed him: "What, what are you trying to do?"
He caught her hand, pressed it against her forehead, and said softly: "Ah Yao, as long as you are willing, I can take you away right now. I can give up everything, and we can fly away together, staying together forever..." As he spoke, feeling her chest rise and fall with her breaths, Zhao Jing couldn't help but feel parched.
Although they were married for two years in a past life, they never consummated the marriage, especially later on, she was with Qin Xiao—
Thinking of this, Zhao Jing's eyes suddenly turned red, he pinned her hands down, leaned in, and kissed her.
