When you first let someone into your heart, it's like being poisoned, constantly thinking about them.
Qin Guanglin scratched his head, his mind completely devoid of any thoughts about the Dragon Boat Festival, with flashes of sky blue popping up occasionally.
"It will be yours sooner or later anyway…" He Fang's soft words still echoed in his ears.
The temptation was too much for a fiery young man, particularly the flirting from the one he adored, like a potent stimulant, making it impossible to resist his inner impulses, wishing he could run back to school and get intimate with her again.
Sitting in agony in the studio for half a day, Qin Guanglin sighed deeply, put away his painting board, and left the living room.
That darn girl, really, leading him down an irreversible path step by step.
"Is there something on your mind?" Qin's Mom casually asked as she saw him coming out, "She seemed to have called quite a few times."
"It's nothing."
