The pure black of the night created a grand stage for the moon to shine beautifully upon the man's penetrating eyes, lighting a fire inside Fu Lian's guts. At first, she had Yi Zen for a pervert, but as time went by, he never went beyond hugging and kissing. Why was it taking him so long to make the next step?!
Yi Zen's irresistible charm slowly chipped away at the barriers Fu Lian had erected with care and effort, leaving her defenseless against his advances.
"Here," she offered, handing him a bowl of stew, her voice slightly shaky, "You must be hungry."
In a swift motion, Yi Zen's fingers curled around her hand, the one holding the dish. He drew her close into a tight embrace, worry evident in his voice, "You finally appeared." And then, his lips crashed against hers in a passionate kiss.
