The moonlight stretched their shadows long.
"Is there anything you want to ask me?"
Liang Wan stood still and tilted her face up, her eyes glistening and bright.
Lu Xiu sighed to himself and pulled her into his arms. Tilting up her chin, he captured her soft, cherry-red lips in a kiss that was fierce, deep, and utterly possessive.
'She'd traveled so far, braving so many hardships just to find him. What was there left to ask?'
'Besides, he'd never cared about any of that.'
'Rationality, restraint—to hell with it all! All he knew was that he thirsted for her, and the thirst was agonizing.'
He was a desert, long parched, suddenly met with a deluge of sweet rain. He could think of no other way to save the scorched land but to absorb its freshness with all his might.
And yet, the harder and deeper he kissed her, the more his reawakened desire became an insatiable abyss.
