Xuan Long's eyes deepened, and an almost painful emotion swelled in his chest when she whispered that she trusted him. His heart tightened, not just with desire, but with a deep, consuming happiness.
He gripped her waist harder; it was an immediate protective instinct, and he shifted her position slightly, making her face him.
The movement was swift, and Su Qinglan gasped as she almost slipped into the water, but his strong arms immediately secured her, letting her settle fully on top of him.
Instinctively, Su Qinglan wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly so she wouldn't fall. Her hot cheeks were inches from his face.
Xuan Long looked at her. His gaze was dark, intense, and filled with a visible, aching longing that took her breath away. Then, he lowered his head and took her lips in his own.
