Weilan shuddered, a little surprised, and somewhat expectant.
She reached out, gently embraced his sturdy back, stood on tiptoe to meet his soft lips, the entangling kiss lingering and drawn out, passion erupting like a volcano, once released, impossible to contain.
It wasn't until both of them were nearly out of breath, gasping for air, that they let go of each other.
Lu Hechen looked down at him, taking a deep breath, his solid and broad chest still heaving.
He seemed not as composed as before, the whole person visibly much weaker.
The injury wasn't that many days ago; recovery still requires a process.
Before, when Weilan was tormented by him, she wouldn't get much sleep all night, yet she never saw him so exhausted, and now, just one kiss left him panting, and even sweating from his forehead.
"Your wound is still not healed. You shouldn't show off your strength now. Hurting your body is the least worth it," Weilan said softly.
