Xia Jinyuan's heart softened. This was his lover, his closest comrade.
He closed his eyes and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Ye Jian…"
He murmured softly, expressing his affection.
He was so gentle that Ye Jian felt as if she had fallen into a thick cotton ball. It was so soft that she couldn't help but tip her feet up to receive his kiss.
Her cheeks were burning, but she was elated.
Kissing could make people dizzy and even more difficult to breathe. She didn't know when she let go of his hands, but she was already hugging his waist again. She hugged him tightly and slowly grabbed the back of his shirt.
Xia Jinyuan's kiss was gentle. It was neither slow nor fast. He was very patient too. During the battle, he used a silent and immersive tactic for plundering cities.
