At this moment, Mei Qingchen tightly held Su Muyao in his arms, his distinctively jointed hand gripping the nape of her neck, his fingertip gently caressing her delicate skin, with a slight, barely noticeable tremble.
Mei Qingchen's heart still harbored too much unease; he was truly afraid of losing control and hurting her.
Of all the things, this was what worried him the most.
In the ancestral memories of the Golden Lotus Beastman, it was the Youluo Fragrance that caused her to lose control, thus hurting the ancestor, leading to his untimely departure.
So he was really afraid inside.
At this moment, these emotions all transformed into force, deeply kissing her, unable to stop himself from wanting to merge Su Muyao into his very bones.
Of course, at this moment, as Mei Qingchen kissed Su Muyao, when their lips met passionately but without aggression or assault, there was only restrained, profound depth.
