He lowered his head.
His thin lips softly and gently landed on her eyes.
Her nose tip.
And finally, they came to rest on her red lips.
Gently.
Slowly.
His breath was lingering and carried an almost imperceptible urgency.
Qiao Xi closed her eyes, tilting her head back to meet him.
Their embrace was intimate and poignant, filled with disordered passion and infatuation.
"Young Master, Young Madam. The late-night snack is ready. I've brought it in, okay?" Aunt Qian called out loudly from the doorway. She feared intruding on a scene she wasn't supposed to witness.
This cozy little villa was quiet; aside from preparing meals and cleaning, she rarely disturbed the couple.
She just hoped that they would soon have a child for her to take care of. She had no family of her own and had planned to spend her life with the Huo family.
Qiao Xi immediately became alert and nudged Huo Xingzhou, "Aunt Qian is here. You need to get up quickly."
Huo Xingzhou stood up.
