The room was a mess. On the wide bed, the man and woman sat at opposite ends. The woman rubbed her temples and sighed:
"Drinking really does get you into trouble!"
"And then?"
"Next time, I'm absolutely not drinking. I'm quitting!"
"And after that?"
"I can't drink with men anymore!"
"Shouldn't someone take responsibility? Last night was my first time."
The woman gritted her teeth and gave in. "Fine. How much for one night?"
The man's mouth twitched, and his face went black as the bottom of a pot. In this game, who was the more shameless one?
Together, they crossed through the tumult of youth, transmigrated across the line of flirtation, and tangled at the edge of passion, desire, and love.
In the end, which of them would hold sway over love's rise and fall?
I, the overlord of thousands of years, will not overlord you~~sprinkling flowers and water~~