Speaking of which, he kissed her lightly on the forehead. Luo Xi raised her brow, seeming dissatisfied with his superficial gesture, and rare coquettishness emerged: "That kiss is awfully perfunctory."
Yan Fengchi's eyes crinkled with laughter as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. With an almost sacred focus, he held her head gently and bestowed upon her the most fervent and passionate kiss that carried all his feelings.
Outside the window, rain pattered relentlessly against the glass, yet his enchantress, his Luo Xi, had somehow composed a symphony in this single kiss that made him forget everything in the world beyond her.
He kissed deeply, offering not merely a kiss, but his unwavering, profound love.
"I heard from Chenxing that next weekend is your birthday?"
His lips remained on hers, their mingled warmth lingering between them. The touch was shallow yet carried the simmering edge of intensity.
