Night deepened.
The light cast by the television screen swayed and flickered with the images.
This restless play of light and shadow instead eased their tension.
Li Yuan's right hand began to move of its own accord, his fingertips inching forward bit by bit.
Like an army conquering territory, it advanced slowly, encroaching upon new ground.
Xia Zhao could feel Li Yuan's little movements.
Let alone a martial artist whose senses surpassed those of ordinary people—even an ordinary girl could feel them.
At that moment, Xia Zhao was like sugar dropped into warm water.
Each time his fingertips moved a little farther, she melted a little more.
Nervousness, worry, and a little fear.
Yet amid all the emotions urging her to retreat, there was also a thread of anticipation.
Li Yuan's fingertips grew increasingly bold, and the two of them drew closer and closer.
An advertisement suddenly popped up on the television, and the volume abruptly rose.
The mood was broken, leaving them both somewhat embarrassed.
Li Yuan had no intention of backing off and simply pulled her into his arms.
His chin rested on Xia Zhao's shoulder, and the tip of his nose was instantly enveloped by a faint fragrance that made him want to hold her even tighter.
His throat tightened. Though he had not said anything, his mouth felt dry and his tongue parched.
"G-Go... back to the bedroom..."
Under the television's noisy clamor, Xia Zhao softly said this.
Hearing that, Li Yuan kissed her at once.
Moonlight was rarely seen at night in Lingshan City.
But tonight, outside was brightly illuminated.
The shadows of the trees swayed faintly, peeking at their intimacy.
From her cheek to the hollow of her neck, then to her jade-white, fragrant shoulders.
The next moment, Li Yuan swept Xia Zhao into