Qin Kaize relentlessly besieged and invaded, overwhelming Su Yijia's every sense.
For a long time, it wasn't until the little girl in his arms was nearly breathless that he finally loosened his hold a bit. Yet, his heated lips remained tenderly pressed against her slightly swollen ones, pecking gently.
Their warm breaths intertwined, mingling their unique scents. Su Yijia could even hear the strong, powerful heartbeat resonating from Qin Kaize's chest.
After a while, Su Yijia finally caught her breath and was about to pull away from the scorching embrace when Qin Kaize kissed her again. His already fiery lips brushed against her ear, nibbling on her soft earlobe.
He lifted her effortlessly, and they both tumbled into the thick blankets.
In the dimly lit room, heavy curtains blocked out the last trace of light. Despite the autumn chill, the air in the bedroom felt like a volcanic eruption, uncontrollably exuding heat.