Qiao Xixi didn't refuse and took a sip from his hand.
But before she could even swallow the water, his lips pressed against hers.
By the time she realized what was happening, the water in her mouth had been swept away. But just taking the sweet Spiritual Spring water wasn't enough. He slowly stole her breath away.
He held her in his arms, their bodies pressing closer and closer, leaving no space between them.
So close that Qiao Xixi could feel the scorching heat of his body through his animal-hide clothes.
But soon, the forceful, domineering kiss softened, and a faint, nervous tremor laced its gentleness.
Hearing his heart pounding like a drum, Qiao Xixi wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let him escape.
Sensing her passionate response, his dark eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and his arms around her tightened unconsciously.
"Xixi..."
He loosened his hold on her slightly, his gaze locking tightly onto hers.
