This was by no means the superficial touch-and-go of before, no one knew the extent of his obsession with this kiss.
Yao Qing initially struggled, but Yu Yanshen had been with her for so long, if he didn't know by now what made her sensitive when kissing, there really was no point in continuing.
Before her eyes were flowers blooming one after another, their vibrant blossoming made her head spin with colorful dizzy spells.
At first, he simply tested the waters, but his assault quickly became more ferocious.
It was as if he had the urge to blend her into his very marrow.
Their intense and wild moment lasted until the knocking sound echoed, causing Yao Qing to subconsciously open her eyes to find his cold gaze nearly within reach.
It was icy as an iceberg, formidable and compelling retreat, yet as scorching as erupting volcanic flames capable of melting a diamond heart.
The ambiguous thread was stretched taut, and Yao Qing took several deep breaths.
