At night, Eleven and Mo Ye took a stroll. As the moonlight shone on them, their shadows were elongated and long, creating a beautiful scene. The two of them whispered to each other sweet nothings, rubbing their ears against each other's hair, as though they were one. Eleven's face turned red from the teasing.
It was Mo Ye's interest to tease her. Every time he teased her, he felt a sense of satisfaction. He liked to see her shy and gorgeous appearance when she looked down. It was extremely beautiful. He had seen it for so many years, and his heart felt warm every time. It was still the amorous throbbing of the past.
