Wei Lingnan lowered his head again and kissed her forehead and eyes in spite of her avoidance. The smell of sunlight mixed with the fragrance of the old leaves of the old banyan tree that lingered between the two. Along with the faint shower gel on her body and his temperature, they formed a small world that was isolated from the rest of the world, and ambiguous feelings flowed even more ambiguously. She was quiet, and couldn't avoid it anyway, so she bit her lip and didn't speak.
He kissed her again and said lowly, "Ah Luo, you are always so proud and daring, but I like you because of that, so what choice do I have?" The wound in his heart started aching again. He really believed that whether she remembered him or not, she was extremely eager to dismember him into pieces and turn him to bones and dust. Thinking about it was just masochistic, wasn't it good to fall in love? But he just had to fall in love with her.
