How many times in the past life did we look back to meet each other in this life.
"How I wish a pair of wise eyes could see through me, understand everything about me, including all the beauty and desolation, penetrate my most essential soul, and reach the true self deep in my heart." - Sanmao
Wen Liang hurriedly withdrew his head and patted Mu Yan's head. It was more of a pull than a stroke.
Yes, he stretched the other person's hair. Mu Yan lost his center of gravity and sat on the ground, leaning into Wen Liang's arms. Wen Liang covered Mu Yan's mouth in fear of her screaming.
Mu Yan smelled the faint fragrance of mint on the boy's body. He was a little scared and panicked just now. The aroma filled his nose, and Mu Yan seemed not as nervous as before.
However, his body was very stiff. It was the first time he had been in such close contact with the opposite sex, and Mu Yan's heart was beating hard.
