After saying that, he smiled and once again kissed her lips, which were slightly parted due to the beauty of his heart. His kiss was long and so intense. It was warm, passionate, and filled with an incomparable tenderness.
Jiang Ruolan still wanted to know if his birthday was today or tomorrow, but there was no chance for her to say it. His lips were pressed against hers tightly. Xian Zihao's long finger slowly caressed her body. Teasing and provoking her desire.
Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the dark night sky. It was raining outside the window, and thunder's sound could be heard in the distance. The wind and rain outside the hotel made the room's atmosphere even tenser.
Jiang Ruolan gasped for breath as she slowly opened her eyes. Under the dim yellow light of the wall lamp, his drooping eyelashes reflected an exceptionally beautiful reflection. Xian Zihao's eyelashes were so long that even she, a woman, was jealous of him.
