At the age of 17, Chen Ci tied her hair high and wandered in bars late at night. She always had endless drinks. She liked to immerse herself in the emotions emanating from desire.
She was negative, and she lived her seventeenth year in a haze.
They called her a bitch, lowered their heads, and said whatever ugly words they wanted. It was as if they had poured poison into their mouths to stop her.
She raised her hand high and raised her middle finger to look down upon them.
She always looks at the world with an indifferent attitude. She is moody and has a bad temper. She is like a hedgehog. No one dares to touch her for fear of getting thorns all over her body, so she is lonely.
No one taught her what was right or wrong, so she lived on her own.
The day she met Lin Yiping, she didn't want to meddle in saving him, but his eyes were too hot. She had never seen him before, and she was curious.
She wanted to peel off his skin and peek into his arrogance.
She took him to watch the sea at four o'clock in the morning. The cold wind flowed into the body from the sleeves, stimulating every one of their senses. Until the sun rose above the sea level, she saw the light in the young man's eyes. It was so good.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
