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"Tian," Mei Xing moaned between kisses, her voice a soft song to Lu Aotian's ears.
The kiss started gentle, and exploring, but quickly deepened, fueled by the intensity of their emotions. Lu Aotian's hands roamed up her back, pulling her closer, fingers tangling in her hair.
Mei Xing sighed into his mouth, her body pressing against him. Her hands moved to his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, eliciting a soft groan from him.
Lu Aotian pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, eyes dark with desire. "So beautiful," he murmured as he took in her flushed face.
Mei Xing silenced him with another kiss, more urgent this time, pouring all her feelings into it. Lu Aotian's hands slid down to her hips, gripping her firmly as she rocked against him, their movements synchronized in a rhythm that spoke of their deep connection.