Because I am young, I will always feel inferior when facing someone I like, and I will always fly into the flames.
That night, Jiang Shen asked Shen Beihai out
But it wasn't until early in the morning that Shen Beihai came back smelling of alcohol.
His face was covered with scars, and his whole body was swaying from drunkenness.
He asked Song Nanqiao; "Ah Qiao, do you still like me?"
"I like it."
"How many times?"
Shen Beihai frowned and fell asleep the next second without waiting for Song Nanqiao's reply.
Song Nanqiao smiled stupidly and changed his pajamas for him and cooked the hangover soup. As the sky brightened, she leaned on Shen Beihai's chest and watched everything come to life bit by bit.
How much she likes it, she has to wait for time to slip away quietly and watch the hair of people around her turn gray in the years. Only then can she tell him how much she likes it!
Intention: lick until there is nothing left