Undercurrent

[The forbearing and unruly prodigal boss x the thorny white rose daughter] When they first met, she strayed into his territory. In the dim clubhouse, colorful neon lights floated around, hitting her messy school uniform. Only a small section of the ankle was exposed, fragile and white. "The eldest lady who is running away? Are you coming to the Palace of Hell?" The younger brother has evil intentions. He took off his bloody leather jacket, covered her trembling shoulders, and drove her away. The next day, she was waiting beside his motorcycle with her clean leather coat in her arms. He narrowed his eyes with a playful look and threw the helmet to her. Until her family came and forced her to leave the country. He gave her a ride to escape one last time. The motorcycle sped by, followed by police cars in hot pursuit, their piercing sirens piercing the night sky. At the end of her rope, she took away his cigarette. The low-quality tobacco choked her and made her cough. Her eyes were dim and red. In silence, he took the cigarette away from her hand, greedily took a deep breath, and swallowed the remaining breath of her into his throat. Finally, I smoked the cigarette, and the sparks were crushed under my feet and annihilated. He deliberately showed a cynical smile: "It's just for fun, don't take it seriously." "You go." * We met again three years later, at the reception banquet when she returned from her studies. After many years of separation, he became the eldest son of the Jiang family, the heir to the group, and the proud son of heaven. At the banquet, a naughty reporter asked her about her first love. Under the flashlight, she glanced at the corner. The man was immersed in the night, his long legs wrapped in trousers were slightly spread apart, his eyes were dark and unclear. There was only a smoldering cigarette butt between my fingers, and sparks fell little by little. She looked away, flipped up her broken hair, and spoke frankly and with a smile: "Young and ignorant, just playing for fun." Before the banquet was over, she was forced into a deserted corner, and her gorgeous silk satin dress was crumpled. Even though she was wearing a suit and leather shoes, the man's surging aura was still flooding her like a tide. "Young and ignorant? Just for fun?" He held her face in his hands and got close to her—— But she gently touched her lips with her index finger: "Back then, didn't you tell me not to take it seriously?" He lowered his head, pried open her stubborn lips, and finally tasted the fragrance of roses: "But I take it seriously." * One is the rose on the cliff, and the other is the dark undercurrent at the bottom of the cliff. It took him half his life to climb to the top and dare to stretch out his hand. Even if she is pricked with blood all over her body, I will kiss her until I am exhausted in this life. The title is inspired by Faye Wong's "Undercurrent": "How can there be no undercurrent in love? The more beautiful something is, the more untouchable it is for me. In fact, what's the use of me cherishing you anymore? Could it be that my hugging you tightly this time may not be in vain. " 1V1 first love, each other is the only one. The eldest daughter of a wealthy family and the unruly but tolerant prodigal son. Two people separated by clouds and mud hugged and kissed each other on the roaring motorcycle, their breaths intertwined in the passionate youth. Copywritten on 10/05/2023 Intention: Never give up