The kiss was deep,
The lips were molded,
The love I have for you will never change,
As long as we were together.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Qing Long was breathing along and slowly inched his face closer to her. He was whispering on his mind through his underlying thoughts, and he tried to send it through Althea. He closed his eyes and lifted up the corners of his lips towards hers.
Qing Long felt the waters drained down through the gap as he claimed her lips after. He felt her sweet lips on his, making him breathless, but he knew the purpose of this kiss was to bring air through her. Qing Long breathed while moving his lips and he knew it will do something. He tightened his hold through the sides of her face and breathed as soon as he could.
But he knew that it would not do any effect through her.
