Her smile contained a sense of peaceful beauty.
Somewhat unconsciously, this atmosphere seemed to have bridged the gap between them.
Gu Qiyang's heartbeat quickened, his gaze involuntarily fixating on Yang Xueying's lips.
Without thinking, he slowly moved closer to Yang Xueying.
Gu Qiyang gently kissed Yang Xueying's lips.
This kiss was filled with tenderness and emotion, as if expressing words he never voiced in his heart.
The kiss between Gu Qiyang and Yang Xueying seemed to freeze time.
Inside the tent lit by starlight, the moment they were closely intertwined was filled with unspoken feelings.
However, after the kiss, Gu Qiyang seemed to have suddenly realized his actions, displaying a nervous expression on his face.
He swiftly pulled away a little and his eyes were filled with apologies: "Xueying, I'm sorry, I... I couldn't help myself. I didn't mean to…"
The tremble in Gu Qiyang's voice was obvious, he was shocked by his own impulsiveness.