Warning: NSFW
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Within the layer of the darkest sky, in the middle of dense forest, the serene atmosphere in Mingxi Mountain began to shift. The barren branches swayed along with the wind, as if creating a harmony with the two people that was entangled with each other passionately.
Qing'er opened her blurry eyes and in front of her was his face. The distance between them was so close that she could clearly count his long eyelashes and spotted the inconspicuous scar on the corner of his eyebrow. Her nose was filled with the scent of him, the scent of sandalwood mixed with the coldness of his breath.
Her hands were tightly clutching onto his wide shoulder as if he was her only anchor amidst the raging storm and she was only a small, helpless, wrecking mess of a boat.
The temperature between them continued to rise as Yu Jian titled his head and deepened their kiss. Qing'er couldn't help but gasp for breath from the amount of force he used.