She said she was tired of being so rational and wanted to be wild, but in the end, every word she said still reeked of rationality.
Brother Cheng rubbed her waist, looked down at her face that was glowing with pride, couldn't help but press her head down and kiss her passionately again.
The bright light in the open-plan apartment filled every inch of space, and the heated and ambiguous feelings sprouted everywhere.
The white tulle dress that carried the honesty of their first confession was washed clean and hung in the laundry room, fluttering lightly in the wind.
The one who gave the dress and the one wearing the dress were kissing not far away. One was stretching their body while the other propped against the wall, forming the perfect posture.
Kissing is a sacred thing, not as intimate as that, but affection, passion, and entanglement can be easily expressed and accurately received.
