Spring is green, the sound of the piano is green, and I am gray. They are dead leaves and feeble fingertips.
Xu Zhesheng took a step closer and stared into his obsessed eyes: "What are you looking at?"
"... Your hands... Are so beautiful."
May your pain be only for passionate love.
And my soul burns and sings because of it.
"Did you know? Jingzhe was originally called Qizhe." Dai Yao once chatted with him while heating milk on a thunderstorm night in early spring: "The thunderstorm was loud and noisy, but the stingworms came out of the hole very quietly. The thunderstorm was so violent that it shocked the whole spring. The hibernating stinging insects felt the warmth and came out. Sunlight and rain nourished life, and spring had flesh and blood."
"I heard it, every time, I heard it every time."
Bl, the burning of art, the reunion of broken mirrors
Possessiveness × Hand Fetish
Two literary perverts(?)
Warning: 1. None of them are mentally normal people, but if one is willing to be beaten and the other is willing to suffer, we can only bless him, right?
2. The pace is fast, 0 just went for 1. I didn't really like it at first, and neither did 1.
3. When it comes to a plot like this later, the two words "interest, affection" cannot get through at all.
4. It's very literary, mainly discussing art. It's not something that most people like. If you can't stand it, please go to the upper left corner.
5. Big Eyes has the same name.
Concept: Spring is here, what season ()
