[Debating genius Mu Shiyan × Ethnic scholar Xia Mucheng]
The breeze blew slowly, and the fallen leaves were blown to the bench and onto Xia Mucheng's white skirt. Behind him was the prosperous city of Beiqing, with the din of traffic coming in waves. Next to him was Mu Shiyan, who was caring for each other, and there were also some children's laughter surrounding him.
On the most beautiful beach in Beiqing, they cuddled up on a park bench, just looking at each other's eyes with curved eyebrows, quietly.
Dusk fell slowly, and the cool evening breeze gradually picked up. Xia Mucheng's long, silky hair was lifted up, touching the tip of Mu Shiyan's nose from time to time.
At this time, their eyes met, and their love grew stronger. The afterglow of the setting sun hit their faces. Mu Shiyan was led away by the faint breath emanating from Xia Mucheng, and soon he kissed Xia Mucheng's red lips.
Xia Mucheng didn't resist. She immediately put her hands on Mu Shiyan's neck. She stood on tiptoes and tried to pull Mu Shiyan down with all her strength.
Mu Shiyan felt Xia Mucheng's deep love. His hands wrapped around Xia Mucheng's slender waist, and he lifted her up. Xia Mucheng's feet were dangling in the air.
Under the setting sun, beside the sunset, beside the sunset.
They hugged each other tightly, and their love for each other did not set with the sun.
The sunset happened to be at the collarbones where they were kissing each other. The warm and small sun was surrounded by two matching collarbones, like a pearl in the center of Beiqing.
"Mu Shiyan..."
"Huh?"
"Mu Shiyan..."
"What's wrong?" Mu Shiyan frowned, a little confused.
"It's okay, I just wanted to call you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Shiyan took advantage of the situation and gently bit Xia Mucheng's lower lip, until the last ray of the sun disappeared...
Purpose: Faced with the traditional folk concept of love, how should we choose our own happiness in life?
