As he pulled her into a deep hug, she melted into his embrace, her hourglass frame molding perfectly against his body.
Her arms came up to wrap around his waist, slender fingers crossing his back as she held him close.
Qingyu could feel the strength in his arms, the firmness of his chest pressed against her own breast. Her breath caught in her throat as Shen Yuan tilted her head, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation.
As their lips met, a soft moan escaped her, her eyes fluttering closed. The initial kiss was tender, a gentle brushing of lips that sent a shiver down her spine. But it quickly deepened, becoming more intense and passionate.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his robe as she pressed herself closer, craving his touch, his warmth.
Shen Yuan's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her against him as his other hand slid into her silky hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss further.
