At the end of the golden corridor, the dazzling lights made his face, which was so cold during the day, seem gentle and passionate now.
Especially those affectionate eyes, their fiery warmth nearly suffocated her.
Love is a form of fate!
She thought again of the Blue Enchantress's flower language, standing tall, chest puffed out as she looked up at him.
Her heart was in turmoil...
You stay by my side! Such an obvious confession.
This kiss was like dry tinder meeting a raging fire.
Neither could control it.
Her body pressed against the wall, her hands bracing against it, waves of pleasure coursed through her from limb to limb. She felt as if she were being kissed all over, melting bit by bit.
"Don't..." she murmured softly, trying to push him away, but her heart instinctively wanted more.
In the end, she couldn't overcome this final barrier.
From his eyes, she saw the same desire.
"Not now...I'm not ready yet."
