At dawn, the ink-like sky gradually turned into a veil of silver-gray.
The room slowly lit up.
Gu Yanjing and Qiao Yuxian moved from the bathroom to the bedroom.
On the bed, Gu Yanjing's hand rested beneath Qiao Yuxian's neck, supporting it, as their kisses grew deeper.
Qiao Yuxian's breathing became uneven, and all she could manage were small, whimpering sounds.
Her hand reached for his hand.
In such moments, Qiao Yuxian always liked to hold his fingers.
In this situation, beyond her control, holding his fingers was a comfort to her.
Gu Yanjing let his hand fall beside her, allowing her to grasp it.
Because of Qiao Yuxian's cooperation, he slowly began to lose control.
Qiao Yuxian felt suffocated, as if she were drowning.
Every inch of her body was occupied.
Every cell was possessed.
Even the air was being gradually extracted.
She felt as if she had fallen into chaos.
Relying only on the person before her, the only one before her.
She trusted unconditionally.
