He turned on the shower, and the water splashed on both of them. Zhuang Shuqing was startled again, crying without tears, about to speak when he sealed her lips with his, swallowing all the words she had yet to say.
While kissing her, he was also washing the bubbles off her body. During this process, Zhuang Shuqing clung to him, melting into a puddle.
What is this feeling?
She didn't know.
All she felt was her body burning like fire, desperately needing something to fill it up.
...
After a long while, he paused the kissing, but their lips still clung to each other.
Their gazes met, she glared at him with wet eyes, he felt a tightening in his lower abdomen. His hand slightly relaxed, and Zhuang Shuqing slid down, a muffled groan escaping from both of them.
At that moment, Zhuang Shuqing bit her lip, so embarrassed she could die in his arms.
God, was it mere coincidence that she just sat down like that...
