The first time Chen He saw him was on a rainy night. When he came over, he had the smell of mud, some wet hair roots, clean and slender fingertips, and the careless look he gave her when she looked back. She remembered them all.
She knew it until she saw him holding a hot girl with wavy curls, intimate but restrained, and glanced over.
Where is the temple of love? It is clearly in Yangzhou, ten miles away, with endless lights. From his hair to his fingers, she wants to take possession of every inch of him.
Intention: Freedom is independence, no dependence and no fear