Fang Cheng's mind flashed with numerous thoughts as he tightened his arm around her waist, meeting her breath as fragrant as orchids.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her.
At the moment their lips touched, Lin Chuqiao, who had been waiting for a long time, trembled violently.
She excitedly raised her hands, threading them through the lapels of Fang Cheng's suit, hugging his neck tightly.
What was initially a tentative touch gradually deepened with Fang Cheng's actions, and she succumbed entirely, responding clumsily yet passionately.
Like a traveler who had been trekking for a long time finally finding a spring, indulging in the sweet taste of it.
After a long time, their lips parted reluctantly.
Lin Chuqiao felt her legs going weak, nearly unable to stand.
"You bully, you just like to pick on me..."
She coyly complained, burying her burning cheeks deep into Fang Cheng's embrace.
