They embraced tightly for a long time before Ye Feimo gently pushed her away. The light cast a shade of joy on his face, deep and shallow, as his gaze shed its usual indifference and his brows bloomed with tender warmth.
He took hold of her waist, leaned in, and kissed her lips.
Wen Nuan did not resist, parting her lips in welcome. The faint scent of alcohol from his lips overwhelmed her senses, his scent suffused her breath, twisting and twining around her like silkworms, trapping her heart.
She knew that she had truly fallen for Ye Feimo, beyond the possibility of ever forgetting him.
After a long while, he released her lips and his fingers gently caressed her swollen lips. Suddenly, he handed her a bunch of flowers, "Your favorite champagne roses."
