Wen Jinqin raised her face, her moist eyes full of uneasiness and expectation like a puppy: "What about you, do you like me?" There were tiny wrinkles between her eyebrows, like flower petals stained with morning dew, which would shake off with the slightest touch. I scraped the tip of her hot nose with my fingers, pulled her into my arms, and my voice, wrapped in hot warmth, fell on the top of her hair: "Idiot, do you have to take out my heart and show it to you?"
Black puppy under the belly × white-cut black good girl
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Intention: Fantasy
