She didn't need to say anything; her lips, moist as the spirit fruit of grass and trees, were already sealed by his kiss, striking her speechless. All she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and all but whisper, "I...I missed you too."
After a long while,
"Lu Lang, it's...it's still daylight."
Zhao Qingqing seemed to catch her breath from suffocation, her breath fragrant and rich.
Usually modest and subdued, her face flushed red with shyness.
It was broad daylight, and embracing like this in the hall immediately upon meeting made her somewhat bashful.
"It will be dark soon."
Lu Changsheng's hands roamed restlessly, causing Zhao Qingqing's long, straight legs to tremble slightly, her delicate body soft as silk.
"Go, go to the room..."
Zhao Qingqing's green dress was disheveled and in disarray, she said with a trembling voice.
Hearing this, Lu Changsheng immediately carried Zhao Qingqing to a simple and elegant thatched cottage in the garden.
"This isn't the...mm..."
