The room was quiet other than their heated and hurried breaths that overlapped over each other. When they recovered from the earlier passion and their breathing calmed down to normal, the room became even quieter, so much so that they could each hear the other person's heartbeat.
Su Zhinian leaned his body deeper into hers. Song Qingchun, who bore the brunt of his weight, was crushed, but her heart was filled with an indescribable satisfaction. She reached out unconsciously to hug his waist.
The air that had been cleared suddenly became heavy with desire once more. Su Zhinian's lips printed themselves on every inch of Song Qingchun's face. The small, contained excitement from each kiss caused Song Qingchun's body to quiver endlessly. When his lips fell on hers, she reciprocated actively.