Han Siqu was already losing control amidst this beautiful sound. He had never imagined that kissing the woman he loved would be such an indescribably wonderful, urgent, and almost maddening feeling.
Perhaps it was because it was too difficult to obtain, or maybe because of the many chaotic past events, or perhaps because they feared they could never fully possess each other like normal lovers do, so even such a deeply moving moment was so stimulating, making him feel overwhelmingly joyous and fulfilled, as if he were about to take flight.
He almost thought he was dreaming, wishing that time would stop at this moment, never moving forward or backward by even a fraction of a second.
In the past, he really didn't enjoy matters between men and women. They were too numb, like completing a task, with no moment of enjoyment or pleasure. It mostly involved using alcohol as a medium for venting.
He truly didn't like it.
