One of the most beautiful feelings in this world that plenty take for granted is the moment your first love touches you. It's a sensation hard to describe.
It's like a blissful warmth takes hold of you spreading from their touch to the rest of your body. The feeling is like a gentle wave caressing the beach sand under the morning sun, warm and enticing.
That feeling spread to Ji Yao's heart melting it into a puddle. He couldn't help but shudder as he became more conscious of the hand sliding on his waist.
He wanted to speak but the words wouldn't come out. His throat was as dry as the Sahara desert in July, hot and parched. He cast one eye over the alley and relaxed a little seeing that there was no one. With a thin face like his, he should have pushed Rui Fei away but he liked the feeling. He liked it very much.
