An ordinary weekend for a newcomer to a state-owned enterprise, a sudden invitation from the girl he has a crush on in junior high school?
Her eyelashes are so long, but not curled up, hanging down on her eyes like fans. You can't understand the look in her eyes. Her nose seemed to have been shadowed. Although it was not as straight as that of a mixed race, it had clear outlines and gave her a sense of ancient heroic spirit. Her thin and somewhat solemn temperament made her even more cold.
She also drank a few glasses of wine, and her face was not as flushed as yours, but through the few strands of hair falling beside her cheeks, she could catch a glimpse of her ears. From the tip of the ear to the auricle, they turned pink like a few drops of red paint dropped into a box of white paint. Among the unmixed pink, there were red threads mixed in, dizzying from the auricle to the ear. The contrast was so cute.
You were stunned, and slowly and gently moved the cold hand on your face to her ear. She had a high body temperature, and her ears were even hotter than her face. Your eyes moved from her ears to her lips. It's a bit like a rabbit's little lips, looking pouty. Compared to other facial features that seemed difficult to touch, her lips were so docile, so well-behaved, and so soft and waxy, as if they were stained with light pink rice cakes.
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