The night was deep, and the lights on both sides of Victoria Harbour were as dazzling as a river of stars.
The bustling crowd flowed like shadows and light, silently passing by them as the surrounding noise seemed isolated outside.
Tang Song's fingers gently brushed the warm nape of her neck, feeling the breath between Shen Yuyan's lips, studying this face that was both familiar and strange.
He couldn't help but apply a bit more pressure, accompanied by Shen Yuyan's low "hum," prying open her teeth.
An unprecedented, strange heartbeat mixed with conquest and unsettlement slowly exploded in his mind.
Then their lips parted.
Shen Yuyan gently took half a step back.
She didn't immediately look at Tang Song; she just turned her face away and let out a chuckle tinged with self-mockery.
Then she lowered her head to tidy her windblown hair and casually tugged her shirt forward to cover the snow-white of her chest.
