The night we stayed at my cousin's house, we talked about courage.
I looked at her provocatively: "Do you dare to sleep with me once?"
She blushed and pushed me, calling me crazy.
I became more and more enthusiastic and teased her with words repeatedly, but she would not dare to laugh.
In the middle of the night, when I was drowsy, a leg suddenly wrapped around my waist.
She pressed over, her breath hot: "Who do you think you dare not?"
Concept: She rushes towards me at night, and blushes during the day.
