The wind over the dunes, gentle and entwining. Like his kiss.
Tender and delicate, as if holding a treasure.
Chi Yue was intoxicated in that kiss, lying on her back on the soft dunes, her gaze drifting over his shoulder to the bright moon hanging high in the sky, her breathing rapid, melting into a puddle of mud...
"Chi Yue," Qiao Dongyang called her name.
"Hmm?"
"Chi Yue..."
"Uh?"
"Chi Yue~"
Long, short, over and over, her name, gradually turning into pants in his mouth, urgent, wild, like a beast starved for hundreds of years bursting out of hell's cage, his voice deep and husky, still unwilling to stop... as if, by calling her name like this, he could make her aware of him...
It was him, and no one else, not anyone from her nightmare.
He always called her, and she always hmm-ed.
It was an answer, and yet it sounded like a sob.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," Qiao Dongyang said, supporting her back, warming her with his heat, shielding her from the wind.
