Xiao Minnong thought that every time Song Wanyi traced his eyebrows with her hands, the lingering, obsessed, and intense expression in her eyes was involuntarily because she loved him.
Until one day he went to school without permission to pick her up, and saw Song Wanyi stroking a white Venus sculpture from the studio window with the same loving eyes.
At that moment he understood.
It turns out that Song Wanyi was the only one who got what he wanted, and he was the one who sank in this relationship.
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Xiao Minnong hugged her tightly, gently but forcefully turning her face to make her look at him.
"Do you love me?"
The intense and eager eyes were instantly extinguished by Song Wan's casual glance.
She caressed his face, tracing inch after inch of skin with green-white catkin.
"It's hard to say."
"But if you ask me if I love your face? I can answer this right away."
The next second, Song Wan's face showed the fascination that he both loved and hated:
"Love, I love your face so much, it's so special."
He was her muse and she was his elixir.
Intention: About love.
