Hua Han's heart pounded like a drum. When his lips finally touched the softness he had longed for, the entire world seemed to fall silent.
The sensation was a hundred times more wonderful than his most magnificent dreams.
It was sweet and soft, carrying her unique scent that utterly captivated his Divine Soul.
He was like a dying traveler in the desert who had stumbled upon a spring, greedily drinking her in. His arms tightened unconsciously, wishing he could meld her into his very bones and blood, to become one with her.
"Mmph... Hua Han, my waist... I think my waist is going to break..." Bai Wanwan gasped, squeezed so tightly she could barely breathe. She couldn't help but push lightly against his scorching chest.
Hua Han finally snapped out of his daze, loosening his grip slightly. But his arms remained around her, his forehead resting against hers. His beautiful, fox-like eyes were clouded with a desire so thick it couldn't be dispersed, along with a hint of remorse.
