"Your sweet nothings make my face flush and my heart race..." An Hao knelt with one knee on his thigh, locking gazes with him in midair, adhered...
A sensation of a heartbeat like never before assaulted Qin Jian, and almost uncontrollably, he wrapped his arms around An Hao's body and lowered his head to passionately kiss her delicate, rosy lips.
His actions were a bit hasty, and also somewhat rough.
These days, he'd noticed his self-control was getting worse and worse, almost losing it at the prospect of his future wife.
He was holding himself back, restraining himself further, so as not to hurt her.
"Mmm..." An Hao, overwhelmed by his ardor, couldn't help but let out a soft moan as her arms involuntarily encircled his neck.
The taste of her lips was too wonderful, tender, fragrant and sweet, just like cotton candy.
All surrounding noises drifted away from him, only his sensations seemed to amplify manifold, his entire world was nothing but An Hao!
