All seasons become beautiful when I kiss him, and I get wet all over.
This was a childish game between us. Chen Wangchi didn't let me smoke at the beginning. If I really pushed me hard, he would hold my chin and kiss me sideways. The smell of smoke was choking. He blocked my lips and pressed them very tightly. The dryness of his lips and the smell of smoke rubbed all the way down the inner wall of my mouth. The smoke filled my lungs, carrying the smell of Chen Wangchi.
Occasionally I smoke secretly, and when he catches me, he will touch the cigarette butt and say to me: "Cheers."
"Children can only have one drink."
It's obvious that he is only one year older than me.
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HE rural city
Intention: Don't wait for the wind, chase the wind.
