Qiao Anhao's intuition told her that the events that were about to follow had last happened the night of Lu Jinnian's birthday. Unconsciously, she bit her soft tongue in anxiety and anticipation.
Lu Jinnian's gaze turned tender and deep as he raised his hands to caress her face. Bending his head slightly, he covered her lips.
Lu Jinnian's actions were abrupt, only when Qiao Anhao felt moisture and numbness on her lips did she realize what was happening. Her lashes quivered and her hands gripped onto his collar. When she shut her eyes, she felt his tongue enter her mouth, sending her mind ablaze.
The night was dark, the candles burning silently. The windows weren't closed, and the cool wind blew in, sending the balloons on the balcony flying and bringing in a breath of fresh air.
The world seemed to have stopped. Their frantic breaths, rapid heartbeats, and soft moans filled the air.