Beiting Huang sighed, wrapped her arms around Yan Ye's neck, leaned in and planted a fierce kiss on his lips, then released him before Yan Ye could even react. She violently suppressed the surging emotion within her, turned her face away, and looked at Yan City's night sky, "Yan Ye, if it were possible, I have this desire to tear you to pieces and devour you, but if I did that, I would lose my life!"
She released Beiting Huang and lay on his legs, sighing heavily again, "Fortunately, I cherish my life. No, I'm just afraid I would die before I finished, which would be too much of a loss!"
There was no teasing, no flirtation typical of lovers, only heartache.
Yan Ye wrapped his arms around Beiting Huang, said nothing, and simply held her in his embrace, waiting for dawn.
