Looking at the woman who had kissed him on her initiative, Qiao Yanze shivered. Feeling agitated, he held tightly to her slender waist.
As soon as her lips touched him, he deepened the kiss and melded their lips together into one. Wrapping her hands around his lean waist, her pink lips opened slightly. He kissed deeply, as if he wanted to burn her into his body and soul.
All the while, her heart had been thumping crazily and the feeling of happiness and sweetness rushed to her heart in endless waves.
She did not know if she was dreaming at this moment. If it was just a dream, she wanted to never wake up from it.
There were countless images in her mind. She did not know when she had started to like him. Perhaps it was the moment she saw him when he saved her from the desert bandits and she fell in love.
The countless heartaches, resentment and losses she had experienced had turned into sweet pink bubbles at this moment.
