Song Zixian said, "You look better than the sea."
Lin Zaiyue scoffed and warned herself under her breath, "This woman looks dangerous."
Song Zixian pinned her against the window, kissing from the corner of her mouth down her neck.
Lin Zaiyue thought to herself, "See? This woman really is dangerous."
Song Zixian added, "You're even sweeter than you look. I've wanted to taste you for years."
Lin Zaiyue: "Why do you talk so much?"
Song Zixian smiled. "Then beg me."
Lin Zaiyue: "I beg you."
At some point, a crescent moon had risen outside the window, hanging quietly among the branches.
Theme: Sincerity is the most precious thing of all.
