Lu Yuan lifted Aunt Song onto the office desk in front of him, his eyes glued to her lightly made-up face.
Lu Yuan could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
That pounding was the best proof of how much he adored her look.
The purplish-pink satin dress.
Lifting the curtain was all it would take.
Like a city gate left unguarded.
Aunt Song was like a carefree oriole, her cries crisp and melodious, full of a fresh, joyful energy.
Lu Yuan and Aunt Song spent the better part of the afternoon on that office desk.
Aunt Song was left panting, streams of sweat tracing paths down her cheeks and smudging her delicate makeup.
Song Meiqin showed Lu Yuan her elbows. "Look," she said, "both of my elbows are red. They're a little sore."
Lu Yuan's heart ached as he rubbed her elbows.
'In the heat of the moment, who could possibly pay attention to something like that?'
Aunt Song had been propped up on her elbows for a long time, shifting back and forth with Lu Yuan's movements.
