Soulmate

Cirilla usually moved fast. She was sharp, precise and decisive. If she ever sat upon a throne, the world would be left in shock at the rapid development and pace of her kingdom.

Now that her gorgeous sister had gone this far, why should she hold back anymore? She had never been a gentlewoman, and she was not going to start pretending to be one. Her blood decided to go wild!

Cirilla touched her sister's face with one hand. She lifted the tip of her sister's hair. She took in the fragrance from her sister's soft long hair. It was truly intoxicating…

She finally stopped hesitating. She planted her lips on her sister's. Obviously, she was inexperienced. She was just sticking her own lips close to her sister's lips.

If two people were not truly in love, mere lip-to-lip would not trigger any sparks. Otherwise, their souls would actually resonate at supersonic speeds!