If love is as strong as the spring breeze, when the wind blows, please don't forget to hold me in your arms.
I traced the shape of her body with my hands, sometimes concave, sometimes undulating.
Sometimes restrained, sometimes flamboyant.
She breathed softly and said nothing to my inquiry.
"Is that so? Qing."
I held her whole body in my arms, stroking her with one hand and outlining her with the other.
Woman Manli's ketone body soon appeared on the cardboard
The depiction at the closest distance is so vivid that it makes you want to cry.
Thank you for being so indulgent, letting go in my arms, and responding to my movements with tiny staccato sounds.
Concept: Love is like life