He began to take the lead, kissing her back deeply. He was no longer just passively receiving her affection. Instead, he claimed her fiercely yet tenderly, tangling with her as he poured all his long-suppressed love, longing, desire, and desperation into the kiss.
It was as if he wanted to convey every ounce of his feelings to her through that single kiss.
Not even the cool seawater could quell the heat that was rapidly building between them. Within the magnificent palace, nothing remained but the sound of their mingled breaths and the faint, intimate noises that would make anyone blush.
In a moment's pause, as she was lost in a daze of passion, Jiao Yin pressed his forehead to hers. His dark red eyes gazed deeply into her own misty ones as he whispered in a voice thick with emotion, as if making a sacred vow:
