In the dim cinema, light and shadow intersected.
She held his hand, raised her head slightly, and nibbled on his cool thin lips.
The cool smell of cedar pervaded the air, which was almost intoxicating.
The handrest in the middle of the seat had already been lowered, and he raised his hand to wrap it around her waist so she could lean in closer.
The soothing music echoed in his ears, and in the last row, only hot breaths intersected, and his heart beat rapidly.
He had not touched her for so long and he had been longing for her. In addition to her rare initiative, the string of rationality in his mind was in danger.
Lu Huaiyu's whole body tensed up, as if a ball of fire was burning in his heart. The scorching temperature quickly spread throughout his body.
He had waited and longed for her for too long. Now that he was finally able to get close to her, his instincts were almost uncontrollable.
