The night was deep. Moonlight spilled through the cracks of the stone house, casting a silvery-white glow upon the floor.
Yan Lie finally had his chance to be alone with Bai Wanwan. In the quiet space, leaning against his chest, Bai Wanwan could even hear his heart pounding like a drum.
She couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Wanwan."
Yan Lie, who had been tense, paused at the sound of her crisp laughter. He hugged her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Her sweet, alluring scent filled his senses, sending a wave of heat surging through him.
"I don't really know what I'm doing. If I hurt you, you have to tell me."
Yan Lie whispered in the darkness, the tips of his ears flushing red.
The young male was fervent and passionate, yet his cautiousness, as if she were a priceless treasure, was precious in itself.
Bai Wanwan turned her head, sought out his lips, and pressed a gentle kiss to them.
