"Don't cry." A gentle and delicate voice sounded in Jiang Ge's ears, and he raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him. The slender eyes and the moles dotting the corners of his eyes added a touch of evil to the young man's face. Yang Zhuo looked at the curled up Jiang Ge and whispered again, "Don't cry." He slowly stretched out his hands and hugged Jiang Ge. Jiang Ge slowly raised his face, and Yang Zhuo's warm lips suddenly pressed against him, the moment their lips and teeth met. Jiang Ge heard Yang Zhuo also cry slightly and said, "Don't cry, I love you."
Intention: love