A slow smile curved Xia Lihua's lips.
Something warm unfurled in her chest. She leaned forward and kissed him back—gentler, but deliberate. The intensity of his jealousy stirred something deep within her, something unexpectedly tender.
Did he really love her this much?
Yang Lingyun responded to her kiss instantly, as if he had been waiting for her permission all along.
His hands tightened at her waist, pulling her closer. he kiss was rushed, hungry, brutal and forceful, carrying the weight of everything he had been holding back—jealousy and possessiveness.
Their breaths collided. Xia Lihua felt the intensity surge through her, felt the barely contained chaos in the way he kissed her, as if letting go for even a second would mean losing her. It wasn't gentle, nor meant to be. It was raw, impulsive, and unmistakably real.
