Love is like the tide, silent and breathless
Under the illumination of colorful neon lights, this private room only has an ambiguous atmosphere.
"I'm talking to you, are you mute?" Du Si Teng pushed Xu Jia in a pretentious manner.
Just when they were about to collide, a melodious, fresh and gentle voice came out, "Let, brother, don't block the way." Xu Jia subconsciously looked towards the corner where the sound came from, and the dim light couldn't block his dazed expression.
Yu Yao took advantage of the situation and slowly put the cigarette in her hand into her mouth. The red star was particularly conspicuous in the dim utility room. Song Xiang didn't dare to breathe, so Yu Yao took a gentle breath, spit a cloud of mist on Song Xiang's face, and said with a half-smile: "Smoking, can't you see?"
Intention: love but not being able to, have a soft spot for love