This sensation was somewhat similar to the time when his teacher, Hathaway, had pulled him into the Astral Realm, yet it was much softer now. Even so, the softness that fluttered between their lips had not yet dissipated.
Shiayar unconsciously opened his eyes, only to see the girl before him with her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Such a countenance was identical to the one Shiayar remembered, as if the five hundred years had not left a single mark on Silvia's form.
Unlike Enola's kiss, which was as fleeting as a dragonfly skimming water, just a peck on the forehead before pulling away, Silvia's kiss was much longer, filled with deep and profound longing. She greedily sought more, reluctant to stop for a long time.
After a long while, the two finally separated.
Silvia's long eyelashes trembled lightly, and then she opened her eyes, revealing her pure Cangyin eyes.
"Brother Shiayar, what are you feeling now?"
