Jiang Qiu held Xue, feeling their body heat, scorching like fire. Their hearts were racing, and before they had time to think, their consciousnesses gently merged like a stream of warm water.
In their embrace, enveloped by the warm pool water, their souls were submerged. Their minds grew quiet, and they suddenly felt their souls entering another, vaster world.
Jiang Qiu's consciousness opened its eyes. The Xue before him seemed to have shed her mask, yet her soul was still indistinct. They couldn't see each other's faces.
But an incredibly familiar sensation from the embrace welled up from deep within him, as if he had been transported back decades...
In their soul forms, Xue wore no mask, and neither did he. They were laid bare to one another, merging together. A warm sensation passed between their lips, as if something was filtering from one into the other.
