Unexpected and unprecedented. Even as her reputation crumbled, not one of the people that knew Dongfang Bai could have imagined that the Eastern Duke's daughter would now be smooching a man on top of a statue. Should anyone pass by, they would be in for a treat.
Huan Yi didn't care. Dongfang Bai, however, was fighting all the notions of modesty and decency she'd been taught growing up—so much so that her kiss got a bit forceful. As if her lips refused to give the Demon Child the opportunity to vanish again.
With a surge of determination, Dongfang Bai untied the straps of her black dress, letting it drop to her waist as her tongue pushed into Huan Yi's mouth, provoking the Demon Child's primal urges.
Here, Huan Yi pulled back, breaking the kiss. But drunk on her own desires, Dongfang Bai gave chase, attempting to once more lock their lips together. Huan Yi wouldn't have it, putting his index between Dongfang Bai's lips and his.
