How Many Miles Around

"How much of the relationship we had back then is still left after fifteen years?" "What's left? It's not brewing. Feelings get stinky the more you let them go." "Really?" "Fake." —— Zhou Bai went to the poorest place in Tibet twice. This was the first time someone treated her like a cute lady, and she was willing to give anything to her. It's a pity that at an age that is too proud, when one's self-esteem is touched, one either remains silent or no one is spared. Fifteen years later, Zhou Bai saw him again. Everything that had happened in this land flooded her. I thought I had forgotten it, but little did I know that love had already stayed within a few miles. —— "What about the second time?" The man said calmly, and his hot breath blew across her earlobes. It wasn't until the tips of her ears slowly turned crimson that he stopped playing the game of pleasing himself. Zhou Bai nestled in the man's arms, nuzzled back as comfortably as a cat, and said slowly: "Well, you can't be Miss Jiao for the second time. With your current abilities, you can at most..." The words stopped halfway. Zhou Bai squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the man's stature. Finally, his eyes fell on the belt logo, and his red lips parted lightly: "Small." The man chuckled lightly and held up the woman in his arms with one hand: "Zhou Bai, remember what you just said." Intention: Falling in love with the same person at different ages, thinking that they have forgotten about it, but in fact, they are deeply in love with each other, and they are as sweet as sugar.