Lu Yuan, what's wrong here?

Soft, warm lips pressed tightly together.

Aiselandier rose onto her toes of her own accord, her delicate body pressing completely into Lu Yuan's embrace. Her slender, soft waist was snug against his chest, her entire graceful, warm body fitting tightly against his without the slightest gap.

This was the first kiss of her long life.

From birth until now, as the esteemed imperial princess of the Elf Race, her status had been noble, her discipline strict, and her manner toward others cool and distant. Never had she shared such intimate, ambiguous, utterly close contact with any member of the opposite sex.

Inexperienced, ignorant, unfamiliar, scorching.

Just a few seconds of contact were enough to leave her completely flustered.

Her initially resolute, proactive movements gradually became awkward and clumsy. Her long lashes trembled violently, her eyelids quivered faintly, and her clear gray eyes unconsciously narrowed, layers of mist gathering in her eyes.

Her once steady, unhurried breathing suddenly turned rapid, chaotic, and shallow.

The rise and fall of her chest quickened slightly, the tip of her nose warmed, and even her fair, exquisite earlobes were slowly dyed crimson.

Her breathing grew more and more unstable. Her chest rose and fell faintly, her breaths fragmented and panicked. It was as though she had been wrapped in a scalding warm current; her entire body went soft, her mind drifted, and even the strength keeping her on tiptoe was slowly about to run out.

Lu Yuan, by contrast, stood tall and steady, his expression composed, his eyes calm and undisturbed. His movements were relaxed and measured, entirely at ease, calm and unruffled.

His kiss was gentle yet practiced, perfectly controlled—neither rash nor rough, nor overly restrained—carrying the natural ease and composure of long familiarity.

After all, for Lu Yuan, such intensely intimate tenderness was