After five years of not seeing each other, Shen Yanqing blocked me in front of the medicine cabinet.
His chest was pressed against my back, his breath was on my ear, his fingers gripped my shoulders, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper: "I've been looking for you for five years."
I said, "Mr. Shen, please respect yourself."
The ears are so red that they bleed.
On a rainy day, he came to deliver an umbrella and trapped me under it. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear: "In the past five years, every time I smell the smell of herbs, I will look back."
I didn't speak, but my breathing was messed up.
Under the moonlight, he pressed me against the osmanthus tree, unbuttoned my buttons one by one, and kissed me with his lips from the center of my eyebrows to my collarbone: "Can I?"
I said, "If you stop again, I will really ignore you."
Everyone said he was crazy - even giving up his family property for a woman who didn't want him.
Only I know that what he owes me is not five years.
He never believed that I could stand side by side with him.
