I think I was probably drunk, and the courage that was usually hidden under timidity seemed to suddenly come to me. I said, "Yezi, I like you." She seemed to be drunk, and responded to me with a smile, "Ah, I like you too."
But my liking for you is not the type you understand.
I want to be your closest person, I want to nestle in your arms, I want to play with your slender fingers, I want to kiss your sweet lips... What I want is not something you can just give out to your friends...
Take the last sip of wine from the bottle. I suddenly held her face and kissed her thin lips that I had been peeping at for a long time. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I was too drunk and my brain was confused.
However, I don't regret it at all.
Maybe I was really drunk and going crazy. However, am I drunk in wine or in a dream with a wild son? I can't tell myself.
Conception: