She felt his body heat rising higher and higher, his heartbeat quickening until, before she even had the chance to react, he had escalated their kiss to its most fervent.
Eventually, that kiss became somewhat resolute, even somewhat tragic.
Ling Momo felt as if the man on top of her had lost all reason, recklessly tearing off her clothes with rough and hurried movements, yet with a tenderness that carefully avoided hurting her.
After she was left bare, he grew extraordinarily quiet.
The room was very dark, and she couldn't see anything.
She didn't know how many seconds had passed before his lips finally descended upon her.
It was very tender.
From her forehead, kissing down bit by bit—her nose tip, eyes, cheeks, earlobes, lips, chin, and then her collarbones... down to her chest, her abdomen...
He had never kissed her like this before, as if wanting to worship every inch of her skin.
Her body started to tremble uncontrollably.
