"Alright."
He responded.
This woman, he wanted her.
Whether it was her body, her heart, he wanted it all, and more importantly, she wanted to possess him too. That feeling of being desired was far more intense and blazing than the feeling of desiring.
The overhead light caught the beads of sweat on his face, reflecting them in sparkling rainbow colors.
She looked at him, this man before her was still the same as five years ago; he always looked at her with such focus, as if she was everything in his life.
Before, she never dared to look at him, but this time, she didn't want to look away. She didn't want to miss his first moment, every minute and every second.
...
Until everything ended.
They still clung to each other without moving, forehead to forehead, letting each other's breaths mingle and blend together.
Leng Zimo kissed her lips again, a heavy sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
