Unlike Su Yanruo's gentle kiss, Rong Yixuan's kiss was full of dominance and passion.
He kissed her like there was no tomorrow. It was like his life was dependent on this kiss. Wrapped in his arms, she could feel his strong muscles, his wildly beating heart. Her heart was beating at the same pace and it felt as if their heart were in sync at the moment. She could feel his joy, his happiness, and his desire for her.
Suddenly, Rong Yixuan grabbed her waist and turned them around. He pushed her back gently, making her back touch the bark of the tree. He held her hands gently, intertwining his fingers with hers, and continued to kiss her. Su Yanruo chuckled against his sinfully hot lips. In return, he pinched her waist making her shiver in delight. She felt the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left her limp.
