Perhaps it was the beauty of the night, perhaps it was the fragrance of the roses that had bewitched her, or perhaps she was truly moved; when Bo Siyan kissed her, she did not push him away but closed her eyes instead.
Tonight, he was exceptionally gentle.
He tenderly held her lips, delicately sucking on them, causing Ning Xia's body to tremble uncontrollably. Her mouth unwittingly opened, and his tongue plunged deeply inside.
Turning within his embrace, she tilted her head back, enduring the man's gentle siege. Her thick, curled lashes trembled lightly, like the fluttering wings of a feathered butterfly, exceedingly captivating.
Bo Siyan's large hand stroked her smooth cheek; his long fingers wove into her hair, gripping the back of her head, delving ever deeper to explore the sweetness and beauty within her mouth.
Slanted silver moonlight poured down, merging the two shadows into one within the light, as if creating a little world that belonged solely to them.