This kiss, as always, was domineering, yet infinitely tender.
He hadn't touched her for a long time, and he disdained touching anyone else besides her. Only she could drive him to madness, never to be forgotten.
Such a Xu Chaomu was his nemesis.
Because it had been so long since he had touched her, the fragrance that was uniquely hers was even more uncontrollable.
He held her waist tightly, his large hands gradually tightening, deepening the kiss.
The kiss was unexpected, and Xu Chaomu was unprepared; perhaps because she hadn't kissed for a long time, she was not used to it.
Moreover, there was slight resistance.
She pushed Shen Chi with her hands, but he quickly seized her hands!
He led her to make the kiss more intense and lingering.
He truly missed her scent; only when he felt the familiar touch did he realize this was not a dream—the Xu Chaomu in front of him was the same Xu Chaomu he yearned for day and night.
