The forbidden thoughts of love are always hard to get rid of. Whenever night falls, the thick breath clings to the ears like a poisonous snake. The hazy resolute face in the mosquito net, even the shadow cast by the dim light, imprinted on that face, can trigger fear and sweet pleasure all over the person's body.
The night is a silent Satan, swallowing up everyone's rationality bit by bit in silence.
The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping... Let's start the forbidden game...