Zhou Jingwei's hand was cold and pale, almost void of color, clean and distinctly boned. The dark tie was entwined around his fingers, the color contrast stark.
He slowly opened his eyes, with remnants of bloodshot veins tangled at the corners, his deep black pupils were profound and captivating, unwaveringly gazing at Cheng Weiyue, his gaze dark and deep.
He didn't say anything, his fingertips grasped Cheng Weiyue's chin, and he leaned down to deliver a kiss that was both fierce and intense.
Cheng Weiyue tilted her head back, involuntarily submitting to it, her face flushed with a crimson hue.
The kiss was indeed very long.
It lasted until there was a knock on the door outside.
Only then did Zhou Jingwei release Cheng Weiyue, who was nearly gasping for air.
In a breathy voice, he asked her, "Why so foolish? Can't you breathe?"
Cheng Weiyue didn't know how to respond, her eyes wide and unthreatening as she stared at him.
