Things and People Are Not the Same

Once Qian Qianqian started crying, she could not stop, weeping bitterly for nearly twenty minutes. Her streaming tears soaked through the clothes on Yin Kuang's chest. It was only when Qian Qianqian herself felt the coolness on her cheeks that she came to her senses. With a soft "Ah," she pulled away from Yin Kuang's embrace, her cheeks faintly flushed as she said timidly, "I soaked your clothes..." Yin Kuang smiled tenderly without saying anything, cradling Qian Qianqian's face as though it were the most precious treasure in the world. Then, as Qian Qianqian stared wide-eyed and blushing, he gently kissed the tear tracks on her cheeks.

Qian Qianqian stood there blankly. Not because she was stunned, but because she was savoring her lover's kisses with a heart full of happiness.

After kissing her left cheek, Yin Kuang kissed her right. Once he had kissed her right cheek, he trailed his kisses down to Qian Qianqian's soft, rosy-red lips. Qian Qianqian gave a soft moan, wrapped her arms around Yin Kuang's neck, rose onto her toes, and tilted back her slender neck, enjoying and responding to his kiss.

Their saliva mingled, their tongues entwined, and thin, glistening strands of moisture trickled down from between their lips...

A man and a woman kissed, utterly lost in each other.

Only when neither of them could breathe did their four clinging lips finally part.

"I'm sorry..." Yin Kuang pressed his forehead to Qian Qianqian's, speaking guiltily. Qian Qianqian shook her head slightly, her eyes growing moist again. "I only wanted you to come back."

Yin Kuang was tired from standing. Even with the wall supporting him, this body, unused for so long, was still quite weak. So he held Qian Qianqian and sat down on the sofa. Qian Qianqian obediently nestled against his