We Still Don't Know What Happened That Night (4)

"Finally… This moment has arrived."

Gillian lowered her head and pressed her lips against Rhode's. Shortly after, her delicate tongue pried open his mouth and slithered deeply. They hugged tightly, sensing each other's presence.

"Mmm… Mmm…"

The young lady exuded a mesmerizing scent like a mix between a breath of softness and natural floral fragrance. But Rhode instantly realized that the image in his head became clearer—the prairie, forest, and dazzling sunlight spilling through the leaves and onto the soil, forming a soft, mottled carpet in the shade—apart from him, there was also another person…

Rhode opened his eyes wide and saw a young lady above him, smiling. In an instant, some shattered, indistinct clues slowly merged to form a complete picture.

"Gillian, you…"

"Stop."

Gillian extended her finger and held it on his lips.