Night crept across the sky.
Inside the enormous domed library, light and shadow intermingled.
Outside the windows, golden lights flowed like liquid. Inside, mahogany bookshelves and leather sofas enclosed a private space. The air was filled with the rich, aged scent of old paper, mingling with the smell of expensive leather and nurturing an ambiguous warmth.
At first, the kiss was restrained.
Like a confirmation that had come far too late.
Gentle, with a hint of hesitation.
But within mere seconds, all the suppressed longing and desire swept away every last defense.
Tang Song's hand slid through her soft hair, firmly cradling the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss without allowing refusal.
Her mouth carried a faint fragrance of mint and white peach.
Subtle, yet sweet.
That softness made him instinctively want more.
"Mm..."
Secretary Jin let out a low hum. Her fingers tightened slightly as she closed her eyes, her lashes trembling fiercely.
The air became lighter, and the world disappeared.
All that remained was the sound of their heartbeats, intertwining and echoing through the silent domed hall.
Deafening.
There was no rough plundering, only tenderness so profound it reached the extreme.
As though every emotion buried in their hearts for years had been unfolded one by one.
Crushed, then blended together.
After a while.
"Mm..."
Secretary Jin let out an uncontrollable moan, like a drowning person who had finally caught a breath of air.
Yet she panicked because it was unfamiliar.
Clearly, even Ms. Smile, who dominated Wall Street,
seemed clumsy and inexperienced when faced with an advanced question like a first kiss.
She had no idea how to breathe, or even where she was supposed to put herself.
Her breathing became disordered and hurried. Her full chest rose and fell violently, and the dizziness