Under the mesmerizing glow of the dual moons, Xu Hu Zhe, with his dark blue-black hair cascading like a waterfall, too wild to be restrained by his hair tie, leaned in toward Xu Zeng. The ger's long silver locks shimmer in the moonlight.
The air seemed to crackle with anticipation as time slowed and their lips drew closer. There was surely a magnetic pull guiding them together in the silence of the enchanted grove.
Their kiss was passionate, ignited by the magic of the night and fueled by the unspoken desires that must have long simmered between them. Xu Zeng, the smaller of the two, found himself breathless under Xu Hu Zhe's tender touch, his heart racing as their lips met in a fervent dance.
As they parted, Xu Zeng's silver hair falls like a curtain around him, framing his face in an ethereal glow. The red mole on his forehead seemed to shimmer with an allure Bai Mo had never noticed before, adding to the enchantment of the moment.
