The kiss seemed as though it would never end.
The sensation was so warm and exquisite that their lips and tongues felt wrapped in the finest velvet.
After his initial tentative movements, Ji Yunhuai remained gentle, but he was no longer as cautious as before, no longer acting as though he feared waking from some beautiful dream.
His mind and soul, which had been adrift all afternoon, were pulled back into reality by Lu Xiaoxiao at that moment.
A warm surge of emotion rushed from his heart through every part of him, washing away the emptiness and easing his grief.
Ji Yunhuai felt his feet touch solid ground again. He was no longer floating, and now he could even offer Lu Xiaoxiao support in return.
His arms had already tightened around her of their own accord, and now he held her with a strength that almost seemed to want to draw her into his very flesh and bones.
Desire gradually seeped into his eyes, and the kiss deepened, growing long and lingering.
Ji Yunhuai suckled repeatedly at the lips of the girl in his arms, his expression softening like melting ice and snow. He traced the shape of Lu Xiaoxiao's lips with the tip of his tongue, then gently, coaxingly parted her teeth and entwined more deeply with her soft tongue. Like a man in a drought tasting long-awaited rain, or someone drowning finally finding a chance to breathe, he savored her again and again, never satisfied.
As their lips and tongues entwined so intimately, Lu Xiaoxiao's mind gradually grew dizzy too. She felt her arms around Ji Yunhuai's neck beginning to go limp, until they were doing little more than clinging weakly to him.
-If he hadn't shifted her to sit on his lap, with his strong hands holding