Wen Changling walked toward him, embraced him, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.
She had been proactive before, but always very clear-headed, always somewhat playful, and rarely truly emotional. Unlike now, her lashes trembled slightly as she kissed him.
Her lips gently sucked on his, tender and passionate. She couldn't help but bite him lightly, her movements starting to become disorganized, becoming eager, desperate to convey the warmth of her tongue and the words she hadn't spoken aloud to him.
She wanted to give, and she wanted to take.
Xie Shang instinctively responded to her, opening his mouth, allowing her breath to invade and occupy him chaotically. The rain outside grew more torrential, drowning out all sounds within the room, making their kisses more unrestrained. The room, with its doors and windows tightly shut, gradually grew stuffy and faintly moist, with a hint of cake's sweetness.
