Tengshi Street at night was already brightly lit with thousands of lights. In this strange city, Ding Yu suddenly felt like a mouse crossing the street under dim lights. The home that had been torn apart for a long time made her wonder where there was a harbor. In her nightmares, she rewinded countless times to those beautiful summer nights that she dared not recall. Those people and things could no longer be deeply loved. Every time she woke up from a dream, she felt a touch of sadness. She was melancholy but could not shed the sour and festering tears in her heart.
Looking up, Jiang Yi saw that he had almost finished cleaning up, and concentrated on using his fingers to blend out the vermilion lipstick. Ding Yu suddenly returned to reality, and shouted dryly: "The weather is getting cold." Jiang Yi responded and walked out, standing on tiptoe on the armrest of the sofa. Ding Yu looked at the messy belt on Jiang Yi's waist, pursed his lips, and pinched the slender belt with his fingertips. When tying it, he inevitably touched the smooth skin on his waist. Thanks to the warmth in the room, he still had warmth left. Her cheeks felt hot as she stared at Jiang Yixue's white and slender waist. The thin straps around her waist obviously had no function of keeping her warm. The only function was to make her sexy.
It was rare that the road was not too congested. Ding Yu opened the window, and the winter wind blew her hair, which happened to be reflected in Jiang Yi's eyes. It seemed that she was the only warm dawn in the flickering light. After a while, she realized that she was a strong girl.
Purpose: Fighting gender stereotypes