Jiang Yuansheng remembered the year he left An Muqing. She was obviously just a good girl, why now? "Jiang Yuansheng?" "Huh?" "Did you kiss me last night?" Jiang Yuansheng looked at the long-haired woman in a suspender skirt in front of him, "..." An Muqing put her hands on the dining table, lowered her head, and caught the lips, soft and tender. After a few seconds, she left the lips that were a little bloody when she kissed them, curved her lips, and said to Jiang Yuansheng with a smile, "Good morning"...
Intent: A new interpretation of love for modern young boys and girls. No matter what age or period you are in, love is definitely not easy to get. Sincerity is the trump card of love.