Fu Yisi held Ji Sang like this, watching her for half the night until he unknowingly fell asleep at last.
Before falling asleep, the man had kissed Ji Sang's forehead, eyes, nose tip, and lips one by one, then contentedly buried his head in her shoulder.
Bathed in moonlight, accompanied by Ji Sang's body scent.
The next day, it was barely dawn when Fu Yisi woke up. Ji Sang was still deeply asleep. Maybe it was the wine from yesterday, or perhaps the passionate encounter—they made her complexion extraordinarily rosy.
Very nice.
Fu Yisi looked at her defenselessly tender yet reddened face, suddenly feeling a strange sense of pride and satisfaction inside.
This was an instinct as a man.
It was still early, their flight was at two in the afternoon.
Swallowing hard, the man followed the desires of his body honestly... and kissed Ji Sang.
Initially, Ji Sang was deeply asleep and wasn't woken by him; she was even subconsciously responding to him.
