A light kiss, just a touch, soft, with the sharp scent of wood lingering around the nose, intertwined with a faint tobacco aroma.
At that moment, she felt the sound of a heartbeat out of control, not coming from her own body, but from him.
Fu Yinli's expression paused slightly, and the arm resting on her waist gradually tightened. Before she could pull away, he held the back of her neck and captured her lower lip, inch by inch encroaching on her breath.
Amid the river of romantic, soothing music, their bodies silently melded together, engaged in a passionate kiss.
Eventually, the room returned to tranquility, though the lingering intimacy persisted.
Su Lingzhi nearly collapsed onto the sofa, leaning against the backrest with a faint gasp.
Soon after, his figure loomed over her.
Fu Yinli knelt on one knee beside her leg, his palm supporting the back of her neck, his hot, fiery kiss landing once again.
