"Mm."
Ji Wei did not deny it. "Last night, when I was lying on the wooden boat, with the storm and waves crashing toward me, I thought—even if I have to use my very last ounce of strength, I won't let go. Because you are waiting for me to return, I cannot die."
Recalling the experience of last night, Ji Wei's eyes suddenly grew damp.
Gu Moqian lowered his head abruptly and kissed away the teardrop at the corner of her eye.
His warm tongue brushed against her trembling lashes, patiently and meticulously caressing her tears. Then, sliding down her pale cheeks, it reached her dry lips.
His cool lips fell lightly onto her softness, and Ji Wei couldn't help but tremble all over.
Their tongues intertwined. She closed her eyes, responding to him wholeheartedly, immersing herself in the deep love he conveyed—like nothing existed except the two of them.
Eventually, her breath quickened, her cheeks flushed bright red, and her eyes shimmered with a hint of dazed confusion.
