With his eyes closed, he savored her in detail.
Her breath was a bit hurried, and so was his, mingling together, the heat of their breaths exciting as it struck their faces.
The hand resting on the side of her cheek naturally slid over, burrowing into her silky hair strands, resting against the back of her head.
The voice-activated light overhead dimmed, but this time Ye Qiao didn't lightly tap her high heels to turn it back on; in fact, she didn't even notice it.
Until they couldn't breathe.
In the darkness, a young man and woman stood embracing each other, each able to hear the other's heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat.
In his arms was the noticeably warm body of the other, and deep within his heart was a sense of blissful contentment.
With his face buried in her hair, Ji Mo's heart was full of gratitude.
Thank goodness he had made this decision.
Thank goodness he decided to give it a try.
Otherwise, he would have never known the wonderful feeling of kissing her.
