It is said that among the twenty-eight constellations, one is in the west and the other is in the east. They go out and disappear and never meet each other. Could it be that the woman is really like the Shang star, hiding in a place where he will never find her?
Many years later, this lonely empty city finally ushered in its own spring, but this little fox was unwilling to covet things that didn't belong to her, and didn't want to cross the border into places that she shouldn't be, like a thief who stole something, for fear that someone would jump out and identify her.
Resisting the urge to moisturize those lips, he simply lowered his head and continued his work...
Finally, he couldn't help it anymore, looked at her chapped lips stained red by wine, and said passionately: "Bitter? How bitter?" He lifted her chin, kissed her lips, and tasted her bitterness wantonly.