Mints and Black Coffee

"So urgent?" His lips pressed against her sensitive earlobe, and his hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, "It seems you miss me too." Just as Su Yanqi was about to refute, he sealed his lips again. This time, his kiss was much gentler, as if he was trying to make up for the gap of the past three years. The chime of Big Ben could be heard faintly in the distance, but it was drowned in the increasingly rapid breathing. When the rhythm finally matched, Su Yanqi saw countless fireflies flying in his eyelids. Su Yanqi was too tired to open her eyes, but she could still feel his gentle kiss on the top of her hair. "Go to sleep," his voice was hoarse with contentment, "I'm here." The morning light shines through the gauze curtains, casting diamond-shaped spots at the end of the bed. When Su Yanqi opened her eyes, the June sunshine in London was falling obliquely on Yan Xuzhou's eyelashes, coating them with a layer of light golden fluff. His arms were still tightly wrapped around her waist, and the warmth spread through her skin, making her heart tremble. What is this? She stared at the cracks in the ceiling, her thoughts more confused than the dust in the morning light. Escape without saying goodbye three years ago, a sudden reunion three years later, and a chaotic night of entanglement - what kind of relationship do they have now?