Screen 1:
Mu Yan's fingertips brushed across Fu Ke's collarbone, and he felt with satisfaction the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat under his palm.
"Miss Fu's heartbeat..."
She put her lips against Fu Ke's ear: "... More beautiful than the sound of the piano in the hall."
Miss Fu: "Guess, they heard my voice first or your last words."
Screen 2:
Mu Zhi's hair almost touched Mu Yan's shoulders, and she laughed out loud: "Cooperation should not cross the line."
Mu Yan leaned against the tip of her partner's sweaty nose and said, "Sister, you should know that when a partner starts to cross the line, physical probing is also a tactic..."
Mu Zhi grabbed Mu Yan's hand and pressed her palm on her left breast: "Why don't you guess what you are thinking about here?"
Concept: Love is a journey of the soul that transcends the judgment of wisdom and stupidity. It is a fearless transgression of rationality by sensibility.
