Tonight, after the door had closed, Ling Momo had waited for a long time, yet no hand came to embrace her.
The room was very dark.
Ling Momo was not very familiar with the layout inside; she stood there, softly calling out "Enson" twice, but no one responded, and Ling Momo could only cautiously move forward.
The room was very quiet.
All Ling Momo could hear were her own breathing and heartbeat, making her irresistibly nervous. She bit her lower lip and spoke again, her voice noticeably trembling, "Enson."
As she called out, she took a step forward and accidentally bumped into a solid embrace.
Ling Momo couldn't help but cry out softly. The next second, someone grasped the back of her head, and a warm breath rushed towards her face, then her lips were tightly sealed by another's.
The man's lips were very soft, with a hint of coolness, and Ling Momo stiffly allowed him to kiss her.
The kissing deepened...
