"You rogue!" Gu Qingxin glared at him angrily. Why couldn't men drop their rogue nature?
"Do you miss me?" Beiming Han chuckled lightly as he gently bit her small mouth and suckled on it a few times.
"Yes, I miss you. I miss you so much that it hurts," Gu Qingxin answered seriously as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Beiming Han was enamored with her tiny actions, wishing to absorb her into his own body. "Me too," he said.
Beiming Han found her lips once again, and they kissed passionately. No amount of kissing seemed enough; they couldn't help but want to consume one another entirely.
In half a month, 15 days, 360 hours, 21,600 minutes, and 129,600 seconds, her longing for him grew wildly until it filled her heart.
Their separation this time made her feelings for him even clearer. They've grown so deep that she can't detach herself anymore.
Beiming Han started to undress her. He wanted her, desperately wanted her, wanted to merge with her and never separate again.
