The room was bathed in silvery moonlight, the air thick with the scent of jasmine from the open window. Mo Yuxin's fingers trembled slightly as she traced the curve of Su Yubing's cheek, her touch featherlight, as if afraid the moment might shatter. Su Yubing leaned into her palm, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a breathless sigh.
"Just for us," Mo Yuxin repeated, her voice low and rough with longing.
Their lips met in a slow, searing kiss—a collision of warmth and want. Su Yubing's hands tangled in Mo Yuxin's hair, pulling her closer, while Mo Yuxin's palms slid down the elegant slope of Su Yubing's back, fingers splaying possessively over the fabric of her dress. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a rhythm that left them both breathless.
