Fu Yumo recalled a line from Yu Guangzhong’s poetry: “Between the color of snow and moonlight, you are the third kind of unparalleled beauty.”
An irresistible beauty.
He kissed that touch of crimson, and his rationality snapped.
Jiang Nuan let out unconscious low moans, like boiling water meeting hot oil.
Fu Yumo had always thought Jiang Nuan had enchanted countless others, but now he realized she was a treasure.
A natural charmer, unaware of her own allure.
Tossed and turned by the waves, Fu Yumo’s eyes reddened, wishing he could die in her embrace.
Jiang Nuan lifted her upper body slightly, kissing away the sweat on his eyelashes, and said, “Fu Yumo, I’ve finally waited for you to love me.”
Fu Yumo paused, then moved even more fiercely. Jiang Nuan gripped his arm, her nails digging into his flesh.
The temperature in the room gradually rose.
A tingling sensation ran up his spine, Fu Yumo was like a human beast.
As dawn broke, the intimacy ceased.
All the anxiety, the fears of gain and loss, drifted away at this moment.
With mountains and rivers stretching ahead, all he wanted was Jiang Nuan alone.
The End.
