Tang Xiaohua gazed at Wen Nian with those almond-shaped eyes of hers, his eyes closed, eyelashes dense and long.
He was kissing her, as if he wanted to devour her entire small mouth.
She did not resist...
The military backpack slung over her shoulder dropped to the ground with a "thump," alongside a tear that slipped from Tang Xiaohua's eye.
No matter how much she had steeled her heart, in front of him, steel turned soft.
Wrapping her arms around Wen Nian's waist, she slowly ran her hands up his back. A small responsive move made Wen Nian tighten his arms once more, deepening their kiss fervently.
Actually, this position was quite uncomfortable, but he didn't want to stop. He feared that if he stopped at this moment, he might never find another chance to kiss her.
His heart was pounding wildly...
It was painful yet sour yet sweet yet warm...
Both her and Wen Nian felt the same.
