At this moment, Cui Liyi didn't want to care about anything else. He held Su Muyao, completely unwilling to let go.
The person in his arms wasn't a corpse, but someone with warmth, giving him a sense of regaining something he had lost.
Because of this regained feeling, his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
He felt like he was going insane.
So he couldn't help but continue to let his lips fall upon her.
He caressed her smooth hair, unwilling to let go, so his lips again drifted down to her hair.
Every action carried with it a reverent cherish.
Then sliding slowly down her hair, grazing her smooth forehead, finally stopping at her soft cheek, and upon her lips.
Then came the lingering kisses.
His lips carried a chill, not daring to go deeper, not daring to part her lips, for fear of waking her.
He could only alleviate his longing in this way.
But his overwhelming longing, impossible to dissolve, engulfed him like a tide.
