Turning off the live broadcast mic, turning the gaming chair to the window sill, Xu Wentao took a deep breath of his cigarette under the dazzling starry sky. The smoke shrouded his eyes, and the red light on his fingertips lit up, seeming to echo the stars in the sky.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" He came down, his breath caressing her cheek, and the faint smell of cedar perfume enveloped the two of them with his breathing. The heartbeat was rapid, the breathing was accelerated, the fragrance of cedar was inhaled into the chest, and the mouthpiece was dry. Through the pair of rimless glasses, Mary stared at those soul-catching eyes, and she could clearly see her own reflection in his pupils. "
The slender white fingers were tapping quickly on the keyboard of the laptop, presenting the plot in his mind through words one by one. After typing the last period of this chapter, the three-hour manuscript rush was finally over. Ye Luo habitually picked up the cigarette case next to his notebook. Every time he took a deep breath, nicotine numbed his nerves.
Intention: secret love