Qingchun, I Love You (18)

Su Zhinian was caught by surprise, but the next second, he grabbed Song Qingchun's waist with one hand, held the back of her head with the other, and returned her kiss.

The man and woman were like desperate animals, giving their all in the kiss. The friction was so harsh that they started tasting blood in their mouths. However, neither of them showed any intention of parting. If anything, the hug tightened, and the kiss deepened, as if they were trying to suck the other into their bone and blood.

The kiss was determined, fiery… and sad.

The kiss lasted for a long time before it stopped. Both of them were catching their breath. Neither of them said anything as they hugged each other closer.

The fireworks had ended, and the sea returned to its usual silence. Other than the lapping of sea and the breeze, there was no other sound. The moon in the sky showered the beach with its faded glow, and their shadows extended into the darkness.