Yu Yanshen did not close his eyes; he watched Yao Qing with such care and attention, inch by inch.
More seriously and authentically than ever before.
She almost instinctively closed her eyes when they kissed, her fair earlobes blushing with shame, her long eyelashes trembling like feathers, as if they were tickling his heart.
During the kiss, time seemed to pass much quicker than usual.
Yu Yanshen closed his eyes and deepened the kiss.
It lasted until he felt Yao Qing could no longer bear it, then he gradually withdrew from her lips, leaving a suggestive trail of saliva.
"Qingqing, look at me."
His voice was tinged with a deep, seductive hoarseness. His hands were propped on the backrest behind her, eyes so dark it seemed they could suck in one's very soul.
When Yao Qing opened her eyes, the bright lights of the parking lot were right behind Yu Yanshen, stinging her eyes and causing a sour ache; she quickly turned her head and reached up to rub the corner of her eyes.
