Qiao Xixi's newly recovered clarity grew hazy once more under Yun Ji's relentless offensive.
Parting her lips slightly, she responded to his growing passion. It wasn't until both their breaths grew ragged that he finally gave her a moment of reprieve.
Finally able to catch her breath, Qiao Xixi regained a sliver of lucidity.
"When did you get here?" she asked.
"Just now."
Qiao Xixi suddenly recalled Sangze telling her there would be a surprise tonight. She had assumed it would be a gift; she never expected the surprise to be Yun Ji. She nuzzled into his embrace, her joy palpable.
Sensing her closeness, Yun Ji's usually aloof features softened with deep affection. His fingertips, still carrying the chill of the night, accurately found her burning ears. The touch was as light as falling snow, yet it made her go completely weak in the knees.
