Kong Lingwen raised her head, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, "Promise me, you must find the antidote, nothing can happen."
"I promise you, now you promise me one thing, let me take good care of you."
Saying that, Yang Cheng bent down to kiss her lips.
Kong Lingwen closed her eyes, responding to his kiss, her hands climbing onto his neck, her soft body pressing close.
Yang Cheng's large hands wandered over her body, feeling the delicate texture and warmth of her skin through the thin fabric.
Their breathing gradually became rapid, as if the room's temperature had risen a few degrees.
"Yang Cheng..."
Kong Lingwen moved away from his lips, her eyes shimmering and voice hoarse yet alluring, "Take me."
Yang Cheng swept her up sideways, gently placing her on the bed.
The bed was soft, the sheets pure white like snow, with Kong Lingwen lying on them, her black long hair spread out, making her skin appear even fairer, like a blooming lily.
