Shadows flickered and danced in the candlelight. On the bed, the silhouettes of a man and a woman pressed intimately together.
It was like the first snow crashing into a field of irises, releasing a crisp and intoxicating fragrance. In Xiao Chenyuan's vision, there was only the vivid allure of her lips.
Every muscle in his body was taut, like a bowstring drawn to its limit. Her presence was a meticulously woven net, descending upon him with overwhelming intensity, ensnaring his heart completely.
Her lips stopped just an inch away, perfectly suspended.
Though they did not touch, he could feel the invasion of her breath with startling clarity—a seductive hook, drawing him in. The tantalizing closeness, separated by the barest fraction, made it all the more impossible to resist.
