I miss every gust of wind blowing from your side.
At night, the dim light shone on Zhou Xingzu's face, making his face bright and dark. The smell of alcohol filled the air around him. He drowsily tugged at the bunny ears of the long-haired girl in front of him: "Which ear is real?"
Zhaozhi looked at him blankly, and for a moment the bud at the tip of her heart burst. She just wanted to hold him and let the fragrance fall on his face.
Super short article, the plot is quite bloody : D
Intention: The intention needs to be added.