Another hand gently led her up a notch, and his cool, thin lips covered hers, kissing lightly, meticulously, with ultimate tenderness.
"Mmm!" Zhiyan, lost in slumber, felt her breath hindered and a moan slipped from her throat.
Ming Yihan savored her lips, gently sucking in once, the sweet taste filling his mouth, a tingling sensation spreading throughout his body, with a wave of heat surging in his lower belly.
"Mmm!" Zhiyan whimpered, squirming uncomfortably as something pressed against her si place, her body trembling sharply, and in that moment, she awoke from her deep sleep.
A cool, elegant fragrance enveloped her, a familiar scent lingering; Zhiyan opened her eyes and found herself locked into Ming Yihan's burning gaze.
Zhiyan's heart fluttered, and she stared in disbelief, wondering if she was dreaming.
