He instinctively captured her soft lips, sometimes gentle, sometimes assertive.
His eyes grew increasingly crimson and darker.
The scent, the aroma, indescribably wonderful, that soul-deep closeness surged, causing vague lights and shadows to flash in his mind.
He used to hold her like this, be so close to her.
His breath tightly wrapped around her.
Su Muyao was completely unable to withstand the increasingly dark Nalan Gui Xue, she gradually lost strength, her body softened, and she could barely stand.
Nalan Gui Xue embraced her waist, supporting her body, holding her tightly in his arms, almost seamlessly.
As if afraid she would escape.
Nalan Gui Xue felt her breath was too beautiful, to the point it made him gradually lose control, his eyes bearing a look of restraint.
He restrained the impulse to meld her into his body, not daring to overdo it.
When Su Muyao was nearly out of breath, she finally regained a bit of calm rationality and pushed Nalan Gui Xue away.
