Written in the third year of high school.
After kissing and licking, the woman wrapped her arms around him and began to touch them dishonestly. She touched his collarbone, chest, and navel all the way down. Just when she was about to grab something, he held her hand and stopped her.
Thinking of this, he looked at the woman who was looking somewhere, raised the tea cup and took a sip.
She was always like this, either in a daze or distracted, thinking about something or looking at something that didn't exist. Nine out of ten days, I would sit at the tea stall opposite Luo Mansion until sunset, even if there were not even three tea leaves in a pot of tea.
"Who are you looking at?" If it can be said that they have known each other, they have known each other for less than half a year. It's neither salty nor cool. Except for saying a few words when she's interested, she usually doesn't bother to talk to others.
She looked at him with a smile and said, "You."