She turned to look at Long Yutian, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"
With a smile in his eyes, Long Yutian cradled her face and kissed her. For so many days, he had carefully kept watch by her side, longing to kiss her yet fearing he would hurt her, so he endured patiently.
Now, with the gauze removed, she appeared in front of him just as beautiful and radiant as before, with her charming and graceful little figure. He could no longer hold back.
His scorching lips dominantly invaded her slightly trembling mouth, his fervent breaths spilling onto her face, greedily savoring the sweetness of her lips over and over again.
This kiss held extraordinary significance for both of them, after nearly facing life and death, it was exchanged for a moment of peace and warmth.
As they passionately kissed, Shen Xiaoman, with a smile at the corner of her lips, quietly got up and left.
After a long while, he reluctantly let go of her, "Babe, do you still feel like you're dreaming now?"
