"Please give me a glass of lemonade with sugar."
The familiar taste wraps around the taste buds. How many cups has this been? Jian Ning subconsciously rubbed the body of the cup with her red fingertips, slightly dazed.
The sunlight outside the glass moved secretly, piercing Jian Ning's eyes. Jian Ning came back to her senses and took another sip of the lemonade in the glass. It was sour and slightly sweet, and she had to taste it carefully to taste the sweetness.
Still can't forget it~
Intention: Find yourself in the sobriety of reason and the sinking of desire, and let yourself go.