"Don't make a fuss, it's New Year's, who are you trying to upset? I'll just block it for you."
"Huh? Ah!"
On this special day, the two did something mundane again.
To love someone is to lose all sense of propriety, virtue, and shame; it's all about lustful thoughts and bad ideas, unable to resist becoming each other's springtime day after day.
Outside, the firecrackers roared, smoke enveloped the air, while inside the small room, feelings were bright, beautiful scenes and good times.
...
"Leaving now, goodbye, uncle and aunt."
"Drive slowly."
"Text me on WeChat when you get home."
"Okay."
At eleven-thirty, Li Peifeng returned to his home. On the way back, his average speed was sixty yards per hour, afraid to drive too fast because it was snowing.
The snow was pretty heavy, covering the roads with a thin layer in just half an hour. Luckily, there were no cars on the road, and in ten minutes, Li Peifeng arrived home.
