"Since you are not ready to tell me, then let's kiss," he said. His hand moved behind the back of her head and he drew her close for a kiss.
His lips brushed on her soft, feathery lips. The moment their lips met, it sent electric pulses in their respective bodies. For Lóng Wei, this kiss was crucial on their wedding night. He kept the kiss gentle.
Lóng Wei moved his lips, first on her bottom lip and then at the upper lip. The taste of the rose of the lip color that she had used fell on his tongue. Her bodily odor drove him crazy. But he could not force her. The only thing that he desired, for now, was a kiss.
A mutual kiss.
That would bond him for eternity with her.
Li Hua closed her eyes. She was unable to understand whether to respond to his kiss or to push him away. Her mind felt dizzy with those thoughts. She had never had her first kiss. Though she kissed Lóng Wei twice, those were mere for a second or even less.
