Forehead against forehead, Mu Lianxiao stared unblinkingly at Du Yunluo.
The bed curtains blocked out the candlelight from outside, yet Mu Lianxiao's eyes could still see clearly in the darkness.
He gently pecked at the tip of Du Yunluo's nose, his gaze meticulously tracing her features, her visage.
Du Yunluo's lips parted slightly, and with her breathing, the scent of rouge lingered between his breaths, sweet but not cloying.
Mu Lianxiao lowered his head to seek her lips, planting delicate and continuous kisses, so entangled that he was reluctant to part even for a moment.
Du Yunluo's eyelids drooped slightly, her hands rested on Mu Lianxiao's shoulders. Though her body couldn't muster much strength, she felt grounded.
A kind of groundedness that words could not describe.
He was right beside her, and just this made Du Yunluo fearless.
Playfully, her pearl-white teeth nibbled on Mu Lianxiao's lower lip.
