C627 Chapter 627

But he was gentle—so gentle it made her think, without meaning to, of all those times he had taken care of her, tender as a breeze under moonlight.

Shen Xiu seemed to be wearing cologne. Along with the pressure of his lips came the faint scent of Darjeeling tea.

The fragrance was soft and crisp, just like the kiss itself.

It wasn’t until she felt him breach her defenses, bringing a wet