Sheng Jianan's kiss came down again at some point, Tang Yanqi didn't know, behind her was a century-old tree, and in front of her was Sheng Jianan's warm body.
Her head was cupped in Sheng Jianan's palm, her body was pressed against the tree by Sheng Jianan, her lips blocked by Sheng Jianan, surrounded by the scent belonging to Sheng Jianan.
The afternoon sunlight was dazzlingly bright, yet Tang Yanqi felt enveloped in warmth. She knew the man before her was a burden she couldn't bear, a poison she couldn't quit — leaving her intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.
Tang Yanqi's mind became a haze, almost instinctively, she raised her hand and grasped Sheng Jianan's shirt.
With her eyes tightly shut, Tang Yanqi didn't know what she was doing, naturally not seeing the man's eyes open instantly because of her small action.
A trace of pleasure flashed across Sheng Jianan's deep eyes.
