The fingers of the knotweed dug into the flesh of your waist, and you suddenly realized that someone had changed.
The hands that were still carefully kneading for you just now, gentle temptation has turned into control.
You raised your eyes to meet his face.
In the small slit under the eyelids, the scarlet pupils were slowly turning.
You: "... Su Nuo?"
"You can pronounce my name quite smoothly."
He scoffed, running his fingers up your spine.
Brushing your nose against his chest, you smelled a contradictory scent.
It has the fresh soapy scent of a teenager after taking a bath, but also the scent of a dangerous curse.
*Short story, second person, can be brought in at will
*I wanted to write something cool, sorry for the OOC
*See the author's column for similar short stories~
Intention: There are flowers and trees in the heart, growing toward the sun.
