"The lips of the two were close to each other, and there was the taste of alcohol in his mouth. He kissed deeply, and the warm mist floated on the tip of his nose. The palms of their hands were moist. When the kiss was the deepest, Han's hands slowly moved away from Luo's face and hugged her waist. With a strong arm, Luo pressed straight against him. Luo gradually hugged Han's neck, stood on tiptoes, and tried to meet his kiss.
Her first kiss was lingering and intertwined. "
Fall.
Gentle and gentle, every frown and every frown is filled with tenderness like water. She didn't want to stay in the obscure world, so that night, she met the boy, Han.
Domineering and cold.
Later, he gave her everything she wanted, all the missing sense of security. He loved her with all his heart and soul.
Loved and hated, everything has become a thing of the past.
Like wind, snow and rain.
I have experienced hesitation and waiting, heart-wrenching pain and love reborn from the ashes.
Will the stormy love finally have a perfect ending? Will their sweethearts still be each other?