The voice was low and deep, with all emotion tucked away deep inside, and seemed to be merely a light statement. Nevertheless, each word found its way into the depths of her heart, like countless pebbles thrown onto the surface of a calm lake, rippling out one circle after another.
Mo Shichen didn't make a sound, his previously rapid and heavy breathing now muted, all ambiguity settled down.
She hung her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously clutching his bathrobe, as if she was in a daze and out of it.
He held his breath and slowly approached her, maintaining that thin distance. After about more than ten seconds had passed with no response from her, he gradually, bit by bit, pressed his thin lips against hers.
From a gradual touch to a shallow kiss, and finally rolling into a deep one.
A night of passionate indulgence.
In the end, she couldn't even remember how she was wooed by the man into untying the tie that bound him, in a haze.
......
The next morning.
