Moonlight, like water, cascaded silently while the breeze teased the gauze curtains, letting a few strands of light into the room to dance upon their bodies.
Ling Chuxia's heartbeat raced, and her palms were drenched in sweat. Though she had impulsively thrown herself at him, she was utterly insecure, so while her lips met Shi Che's, it was merely a gentle press against his lips, even trembling slightly.
Ling Chuxia's sudden kiss had caught Shi Che completely off guard. The softness of her lips as they suddenly came into contact, the fragrance of her body enveloping him, her slender arms wrapping around him—they all made Shi Che's heart race. Because of her nervousness, her body trembled a bit, and her sleeping gown, already disheveled from tossing in bed, looked especially enticing under the moonlight.
