The icy grape rolled between Gu Nianzhi's teeth. It was cold to the touch, but she could feel Huo Shaoheng's lingering warmth on it.
Her white, perfect teeth bit into it, instantly filling her mouth with sweet grape juice.
It was aromatic and sweet, with an underlying hint of acerbic bitterness. She carefully tasted it again, and the bitter taste had turned into an intoxicating wine. It was what love tasted likeβ¦
Gu Nianzhi was feeling light-headed. It was just a single grape, but she felt as though she had just downed a bottle of wine. Her cheeks were flushed; her eyelids lowered seductively over her luminous, starry eyes. It was the look of undisguised adoration and unconditional love.
Huo Shaoheng smiled faintly. His sturdy hand held her head in place as he kissed her again and again. His tongue, feeling lonely and restless, pried open her lips and slipped inside her mouth to taste the fresh grape juice.
