Flowers Planted by Miss Song

"Will you come back?" "No" "Are we going to have sex?" "Will" "So..." So is it your lie that the flowers will bloom...? God, if it were possible, I would like to be born as a fruit tree and feed my husband when he is hungry. But please be like a ladle of nectar that can moisten your lips and teeth when your husband is thirsty, flow into his throat, and turn his thirst away. The desire turned into a gust of wind. When the gentleman's brows were not furrowed, it turned into a breeze and kissed his cheek, taking away his scent. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.