They held each other tightly for a long time. Ye Feimo then gently loosened his embrace. The light illuminated his face with a look of joy, subtle yet deep. The usual coldness in his eyes had faded, and a hint of tenderness bloomed at the corners of his brows.
He held her waist, leaned in, and kissed her lips.
Wen Nuan didn't resist, opening her lips to meet his. The faint scent of wine from his mouth enveloped her lips and tongue. His scent filled her nostrils, his essence entwining around her, like silkworms trapping her heart.
She knew then that she was truly completely captivated by Ye Feimo; there was no way they could ever forget each other.
After a long while, he released her lips. His long fingers gently traced her swollen lips, and then he suddenly presented the bouquet of flowers to her. "Your favorite champagne roses."
