Yang Jia then smiled, lowered her head and kissed me gently.
She said don't be afraid.
I ignored her, grabbed her hair and pushed into her mouth. We kissed, making a small sound of water, like spring rain sliding down the eaves, slowly and gently.
It's always hard to concentrate when I'm intimate with Yang Jia. I associate the kiss with the sound of rain, and the sound of rain with the thought of a snail crawling across the green leaves, leaving a trail of mucus behind.
It is said that lovers are like snails and leaves, leaving long traces on each other and seemingly inseparable; but in fact, when a leaf is crawled by a snail, it is gnawed by thousands of snails' teeth, coexisting with blood lust.
I crawled through Yang Jia's life, leaving her with nothing but pain and dirty stickiness.
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You raise your head and look, look, at the bright moon hanging high in the darkness.
I lowered my head to guess and think about the bright moon in the deep blue water.
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A dank puppy but a soft persimmon (Lin Mu)
Cold outside, hot inside, cold inside (Yang Jia)
The protagonists are not perfect personalities, 1v1, he.
Happy reading everyone!
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Thank you to all the angels who are willing to look at me, so crazy!
Intention: Come on, it will be fine
