"Love is the right time and the right place, but we are untimely madmen who are greedy again and again."
The guitar was placed on the table, she smiled with unknown meaning, leaned forward and waved me over. I remained motionless, pretending not to notice, and was busy cutting the cake. She came up behind me and leaned down.
Clamping my chin from behind, I was forced to look up. Her other hand slid up my waist and scratched it. My heart also trembled. She bit the tip of my ear, and my heart fluttered again.
She breathed into my ear: "I want you to use your heart."
Intention: I don't know if love really exists, but I understand her selfishness but still be willing to do so. This is really great.