"The dew condenses into a piece of ice, and the dew ice is thicker and more fragrant."
——Lychee.
As soon as the cinnabar fades, the fragrant liquid flows across the shell, and the thick green leaves reflect the sweet fragrance. Two slender and warm jade fingers pinched the crystal clear lychee flesh loosely, and the sweet juice stained the fingertips.
The owner of those jade fingers didn't mind being dirty, so he removed the core slowly and put the jade-white pulp into his mouth. His hands were already full of sticky juice.
In an instant, a pair of big, well-jointed hands grasped his wrist, and brought the whole hand to his mouth. He kissed his onion fingers lightly with his thin pale lips, and wiped them carefully with a silk scarf scented with lychee. He didn't let go until there was no trace of stickiness between his fingers.
With a smile in his eyes, he licked his lower lip to reminisce, and whispered in the ear: "Shui'er, it's so sweet."
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"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
Is... Who?
A pair of hands wrapped around his slender neck.
"Shui Shui, don't you remember me?"
You are... Chu Jiao.
Intention: Never the same, young people travel.