As she looked at Li Qiye, his faint smile, his breezy and carefree air, his calm and unhurried grace—all of it was, without her realizing, deeply seared into her heart. Gazing at the young man so near, her heart couldn't help but burn with heat.
Qiu Rong Wanxue took a deep breath. In that moment, not knowing where the courage came from, she let out a soft cry and threw herself into Li Qiye's embrace. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck and, her breath sweet, irresistibly pressed her lips to his.
The moment their lips met, her heart began to pound wildly. She was so nervous her body went weak, but she steeled herself and continued the kiss.
As this mature, elegant woman kissed Li Qiye, her face turned as red as a sunset. Her kiss was so inexperienced, so nervous, yet she persisted.
