"Alin," the girl said with tears in her eyes, she reached out her hand and gently grabbed the hem of his clothes.
"I want you to say you love me." Her eyes were firm, as if she had already determined the outcome.
His eyes were bright, his smile was full of temptation, and his voice was hoarse and gentle: "How can love rely on words?"
The man took her little hand into his and stroked it gently, his charming peach blossom eyes full of her, love and desire intertwined and lingering:
"Love has to be done."
Intention: In the future, you will definitely be grateful to yourself who is struggling now.