Yuan Ge feels that their bodies have pressed together so tightly that there are no more gaps, yet surprisingly, he does not catch Qiuchen's rapid breathing, nor his violent heartbeat; on the contrary, his own breathing has almost stopped, his heart beating like a drum, so fast that it is almost shameful. He indulges himself in those profound gazes, as if he has fallen into the vast River Ruo, confused and unable to see the bottom, evoking a thousand different kinds of emotions, and like experiencing the vicissitudes of several lifetimes, stirring up all those hidden desires of the heart …
His mind naturally goes back to those dreams of Qingqing. How many times the two have been so tantalisingly close, skin to skin, the same dazzling beauty, the same jade-like body, the same seductive eyes - and now within reachable distance, utterly irresistible - so close, yet not a dream.
Not a dream!
How is this possible...…
