In the early autumn afternoon, there was a faint sound of cicadas outside the window. In such a trance-like scene, as if being bewitched by an unknown force, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly leaned over, lowered his head and kissed him gently on the lips.
Just like a drop of dew across the petals, in just a moment, the seeds of love began to sprout. She was at a loss and glanced at the sleeping person guiltily, then rushed out the door with a red face.
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