That kiss, deep yet stopped at a shallow taste.
Song Baiyan bowed his head, his nose gently brushing the tip of the girl's nose, the friction of the skin on his face adding a touch of affection.
Tang Li's cheeks grew hotter, the man's thin lips seemed to carry a sort of magic, like a hot summer night, the melding of lips, and with every breath, she inhaled the addictive scent of him.
The kiss lasted only shortly before Song Baiyan released her.
On the vinyl record player, the A-side of the record was nearing its end.
A resonance of the song "Night Fragrance" lingered.
Song Baiyan, with his arms around Tang Li's waist, gazed at her blushing face, watching her feigned calmness, his eyes growing more tender, asked the girl in his arms, "Do you still want to keep dancing?"
"...Yes." Tang Li responded.
