The little bird of longing flew toward Zhang Ziwen, into that long-missed embrace—warm, comfortable, a familiar feeling, a familiar scent. Tang Shu blissfully closed her beautiful eyes; she so loved and missed Brother Wen's broad and warm embrace...
Zhang Ziwen held the soft, delicate body in his arms. The sweet feeling, so long missed, the gentle warmth of jade—it was now that he needed to feel the fullness in his embrace. Gentle Tang Shu, Little Darling he had yearned for, making him want to melt her entire soft and delicate body into his own. He held her so tight that Tang Shu found it a bit hard to breathe; he seemed to fear that if he let go, she would vanish into thin air. A real and tangible feeling—Little Shu he had missed so much was now in his arms. At this moment, she was as docile as a charmingly bewildering little kitten...
