Ji Baijian held her tightly, so tight that not even the wind could penetrate.
But his body was covered in wounds.
It was the first time she had ever really felt, really tuned in to Ji Baijian's emotions.
So plainly out of control, completely unveiled.
Song Zhizhi was slightly frightened.
From beginning to end, from their meeting and separation on the deserted island, to their reunion, the Ji Baijian she had seen was always calm, composed, and steady. Even though he provided her with a strong sense of security, she too was a person, a human who had feelings of joy, anger, sadness, and joy. She also wished to feel Ji Baijian's nervousness, wanted to feel his affection for her. At this moment, she felt it, deeply.
Her heart had ached unbearably for their intimacy in her previous life.
In this life, she wanted to give him all the best parts of her.
"Zhizhi..." At the door, a male voice suddenly rang out.
The two entwined in passion froze.
They drew apart from each other.
