During The Blizzard (Amidst A Snowstorm Of Love)

Canto 27: Enthralled

"In the hush of the night, sleep became a distant echo, lost in the symphony of stolen kisses and the frantic rhythm of a heart awakened to love's sweet intoxication."

Translator: Wuxia Studio, Editor (s): M.H Lovecraft (Enochian_), J.C Forester (Mrphysit)

The jarring ring of a phone from Wu Wei's bedroom shattered the silence.  Yin Guo's heart lurched, and she impulsively shoved Lin Yiyang aside. But instead of moving, he surprised her with a look of desperate intensity, his eyes pleading.

Her breath hitched as their gazes locked, the space between them crackling with unspoken desire. His lips hovered a tantalizing whisper away, the promise of their touch sending shivers down her spine. It was a new fruit, tempting and sweet, and she yearned to take a bite.

He closed the distance in a slow, deliberate movement, his eyes searching hers for permission. A silent plea flickered within their depths, mirroring the tumultuous emotions swirling inside her. With a trembling breath, she met his gaze, the unspoken answer hanging heavy in the air.

As their lips met, it was like a spark igniting a dry tinderbox. The world around them faded away, replaced by the intoxicating press of his mouth against hers. It was a kiss filled with hesitant curiosity, a tentative exploration of uncharted territory. Their movements were awkward, yet filled with a raw intensity that sent a jolt of electricity through their bodies.

The taste of him was unexpected, a mix of minty freshness and something warm and uniquely his. It was a flavor that sent her senses reeling, igniting a fire deep within her. He deepened the kiss, his touch becoming more confident, his tongue tracing the soft outline of her lips.

A gasp escaped her lips as a wave of heat washed over her. Her body instinctively leaned into his, her arms wrapping around his neck as if seeking an anchor in the storm of emotions he had unleashed. Time seemed to lose all meaning as they surrendered to the intoxicating dance of their tongues, a silent conversation spoken only in the language of touch.

But just as the kiss began to reach a fever pitch, a sharp rap on the door shattered the fragile bubble they had created. They pulled apart abruptly, both gasping for breath, their eyes wide with shock and a flicker of something more - a newfound intimacy born from their stolen moment.

Yes, sleep, nonsense, you don't know there is a time difference between us," Wu Wei's voice grumbled sleepily through the door.

"Isn't this waiting for a setback? Yes," a muffled reply came from inside the room.

The sound of the phone, once a distant annoyance, now echoed in Yin Guo's ears, distorting and warping like a warped record. It wasn't just the sound, everything felt distorted. Her own body seemed alien, her legs weak and trembling, her scalp tingling with a strange numbness. It was as if the world had tilted on its axis, leaving her adrift in a sea of confusion and desire.

Lin Yiyang, his eyes still locked on hers, reached out a hand, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, momentarily grounding her in the present. His gaze held a mixture of urgency and something deeper, an unspoken plea that hung heavy in the air.

Lin Yiyang, sensing her hesitation, tilted her head closer, his voice barely a whisper against her ear. "Come in," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

Yin Guo, finally understanding his meaning, let go of his hand and the sports coat he held. She stumbled through the living room, nearly tripping over a barstool before finding her way back to the bedroom. As she locked the door, a dull ache throbbed in her right hand, a delayed reminder of the desperate strength she'd used to hold onto him moments ago.