Wei Anning placed both hands against his chest, trying to push him away. He encircled her waist with one arm, deepening the kiss.
The man's thin lips were cold, but his tongue burned hot as it swept through her mouth repeatedly, his scorching breath spilling across her face, leaving her nearly breathless.
Her heart pounded wildly; she was softened by his kiss, her body instinctively leaning into his embrace. Even knowing that this kiss was unconscious, her reason still succumbed.
For so long, she had missed his kiss, missed his embrace, his scent, everything about him.
She believed she would never have him again, yet heaven sent him back to her. This time, she would hold on tightly, never letting go.
"Leng Youchen…" she murmured his name on the tip of her tongue, her voice tender.
She forgot she was on the plane, forgot his cold indifference toward her, forgot everything—all lost in his kiss.
It wasn't enough.
Far from enough.
