The hand hooked around his neck had fallen away at some point. Lu Xize remained completely still, yet every cell in his body was thrumming.
Chu Yao. The girl he'd watched grow up. As a child, she used to steal kisses from him. His cheeks, his lips—the mischievous little girl had kissed them all.
Even when he scowled and lost his temper with her, she was never the least bit intimidated. But those weren't real kisses, not back then. They were just a little girl's purest way of showing her affection.
But now…
This was the most intimate they had been since Chu Yao had become an adult. The girl in his arms was all grown up; her face and figure had changed.
That one kiss was absolute torture.
In the silence of the night, Lu Xize felt his heart pound more violently than it had in six years.
A long, long time passed. It wasn't until the sky began to pale and the sun started to rise that Lu Xize finally succumbed to his profound exhaustion, his body slumping as he fell asleep.
