Yan Bo chased after her lips and kissed her deeply, his hands tightening around her lower back as he lifted her, kissing her all the while as he placed her onto the high stool.
The warm lips tenderly and persistently moved over Tong Xiaohua's, kissing her until she went limp with weakness, her hands hanging around his neck, her entire body boneless as she slumped into his embrace.
The two had been apart for several days, and both of them yearned and longed for each other, both in body and in heart.
The heat and tenderness produced by their skin rubbing together slowly eased the primitive instincts raging within, and also made their hearts that had been cold for many days start to simmer, bit by bit.
After a long while, Yan Bo reluctantly released her lips. Tong Xiaohua snuggled in his arms for a good while, catching her breath, before lifting her head from his embrace and resting her chin on his shoulder, looking at him with pitiable eyes.
"So hungry..."