Qi Chengzhi's thin lips traveled from Song Yu's eyes to the corner of her lips. He sucked on her upper lip and said, "I never said we weren't going."
A lazy Song Yu used his shoulder as a pillow and allowed him to kiss her. Her face was red, and her monochrome eyes began turning hazy. She felt passion because of him, and her breathing was turning erratic.
She breathed in the fresh scent emanating from his body. It was enveloping all around her, and she couldn't help but tug on his sleeves. He kissed her to the point where she could not control herself from grasping his shirt, and her entire body was feeling hot.
"Now that I think about it, we haven't had a proper date even before we got married." Song Yu reminisced about the time before the wedding. She was still muddle-headed when he pursued her to be his girlfriend, and she did not even accept him outright—it was he who decided that for her.
