He kissed her hair. The calming fragrance of lavender from her shampoo and her own natural scent reached his nose, tickling at his heart.
Linfeng breathed in her scent. He did not let go and just continued raining butterfly kisses on her head.
Xiong Zhi felt warm and safe in his strong embrace. She leaned against him, encircled her arms around his slim waist, and rubbed her cheeks against his strong, wide chest.
She quietly listened to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.
The early autumn wind swept into the garden, sweeping up a few fallen leaves around them.
They stayed in place, enjoying the peaceful time.
How she wished they could forever stay like this. No separation. No conspiracies.
But in their lives, with the way they were born, standing up high in the society with many people trying to pull them down, they needed to fight and prepare for everything.
