Run, throw yourself into his arms, and then forget everything, past or future, and be wrapped in the warm and moist air. Like a self-bound silkworm, the tighter it wraps around, the safer it feels. However, the air is rapidly decreasing and it is destined to be suffocated in his gentle, watery pupils.
Whenever Xiao Luo hesitated in confusion, the other party would stretch out his slender and powerful fingers and rub his hair away with the warm hand unique to a mature man. His hands seemed to have magic power, disintegrating everything about him and making him a well-behaved cat. Huddled in the narrow corner, just waiting for him to come, to hold him, to love him, to have him.
He came to this enchanting city just to find a place to stand. When he met him, he was like a lost person seeing the neon lights on the horizon. Even if he didn't know whether it was a lighthouse guiding him home, he would still run towards the last beam of light without any doubt.
This is an exotic love affair between beautiful men!