This kiss was different from all the ones before.
A tentative touch, like a single falling spark, was fanned into a raging inferno by her response.
The long-suppressed feelings erupted in that kiss, spreading like wildfire and threatening to melt them completely.
Jiang Qingli didn't know when she had been pulled onto his lap, nor when they had tumbled onto the mattress. It felt as if she had lost all track of time.
Their long hair intertwined, like two rivers converging into one.
...
As they separated, their lips parted with a soft pop.
Jiang Qingli came to her senses, the tips of her ears burning. She lowered her eyes, then raised them to look at him a few seconds later.
Ye Linyuan propped himself up on one hand and turned his face away, clearly unwilling to speak.
But beneath the strands of hair she had mussed, the base of his pale ears was impossibly red.
Jiang Qingli brushed his hair aside and saw a faint blush coloring the corners of his eyes.
