After enduring a tremendous output, Kanako had lost the ability to respond; she could only roll her eyes back and collapse weakly onto the tatami in the back of the carriage, her breath slightly rushed.
Often, Kanako did things for profit or simply to survive. But at this moment, it was completely different; she daringly gave herself up to feel joy, to seek her own personal happiness.
She fell in love with this feeling and wanted more. She liked her lover, liked this fiery burst of passion that left all the annoying incidents and contradictions behind, unable to catch up with her.
The air inside the carriage was hot and dry, filled with Kanako's scent.
Xu Yang opened the car's wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of mild red wine, tasted it, and then dragged a cushion over from the middle of the carriage. He leaned against the pillow, sipped his wine, and felt an endless vitality coursing through him.
