[Passion like fire and scorching sun attack × Calm, rational and beautiful feeling]
The summer of one year was so long that the cicadas became hoarse and their memories began to blur. The wonderful stories of the young people made the hot summer wait for the cool breeze.
Start:
"This is my first kiss, how do you think? Are you touched?"
"Did you eat garlic for lunch?"
"Hey, how did you know?"
"It smells too much."
Future:
"What do you want to eat for lunch?"
"Garlic stir-fried meat!"
"Don't kiss me after you eat it."
"No, you are mine, I can kiss you as much as I want."
"………………"
Purpose: Eat garlic and don't kiss your boyfriend