"Xie Nuan, you goblin."
Lu Xingchen whispered in the girl's ear, his gentle breath on her neck making her whole body itch.
The corners of the girl's mouth rose to a nice angle, like a show of success, and it was so obvious that there was no restraint.
The boy bit the girl's lip hard. The girl felt the pain but did not dodge. Her nails dug deeply into the flesh of the boy's waist.
When she was young, she always felt that loving someone lasted a lifetime. Many years later, when Lu Xingchen completely left her life, Xie Nuan realized that the so-called love was just a transaction between emotions and body...