Cheng Zhirang paused for a moment, then took the initiative, his palm caressing the back of her head, pulling her towards him.
The water cup was placed on a stone bench nearby, and he wrapped his arm around her waist.
Mu Qiu, always proactive, reached for his shoulder, the tip of her tongue touching him briefly, prompting him to follow her lead.
She had just drunk some water, her lips still moist, and Cheng Zhirang's thin lips pressed down, even wetting their corners.
Their height difference was just right; Cheng Zhirang held her face, bent down, while she looked up, able to withstand his gentle caresses.
In the summer shade, even the breeze was reluctant to be too harsh, softly brushing over their faces.
In the quiet corner, only the sound of their increasingly heavy breathing during the kiss remained.
From behind two wisteria-framed flower trellises, a woman who had followed along remained silent, watching their kiss through the gaps in the trellis.
