Yun Qinglan's affection wrapped around Su Muyao like ocean waves.
At the moment their lips met, it was like a current passing through Su Muyao's heart.
Su Muyao let out a soft moan, her toes curled up, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched Yun Qinglan's brocade robe, creasing the brocade deeply like the ripples in her heart's lake.
Yun Qinglan's eyes grew darker, no longer satisfied with just kissing, he held Su Muyao and fell onto the nearby couch.
He held her tighter, and the air seemed to grow warmer.
Su Muyao's breath became erratic, her soft moans were completely swallowed by Yun Qinglan's lips.
Su Muyao's ears gradually turned crimson...
The brushing of clothes, the entanglement of hair with fingers, it was unclear whose strands were caught on whose fingertips, only the warm heat between lips remained, alongside that indelible deep affection.
Su Muyao unintentionally tugged at Yun Qinglan's garment, eliciting a low groan he couldn't control.
