The night shrouded the lake, the clamor of the city was in a place beyond hearing, its lights also distant.
The water was calm, gently rocking the small boat and with it, the mood.
The young girl initiated a kiss, and Mu Tianye, of course, gladly accepted it. His large hand slid down to support the back of her head as he fumbled to undo the hair tie that held up her hair, letting her silky locks coolly cascade down, spilling over the back of his hand.
His fingertips wandered through her hair, cradling the back of her head, pulling her onto his lap. He savored the kiss unhurriedly as Ning Xiaofei, clinging to his neck, reveled in his embrace.
These past few days, unable to see or touch him, she could only make a phone call or send a message, naturally, she missed him.
It was not just her heart that longed for him, her body ached for him too—every strand of hair, every inch of skin yearned for his warmth and touch.
