Roy Lewis turned his head, his deep eyes filled with tender affection.
"You could say that!"
Richelle Dunn was bewitched by the deep affection in his eyes, staring as his handsome face drew closer and closer, his slightly cool lips pressed against hers, his long hand encircling her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace.
Richelle couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, tilting her head slightly to meet his kiss.
The hall was decorated in a traditional Chinese style, with delicate wind chimes hanging on the antique wooden windows. When the wind blew, they produced a crisp, melodious ring.
Richelle, held in Roy's embrace, could feel his heart racing just as fast and intensely as hers.
Their heartbeats gradually synchronized, becoming more powerful and magnificent in the pleasant sound of wind chimes.
