"The pouring red rain stirs memories of how to hide
Your eyes are as tender as they were back then, swirling through my heart~"
Xu Qing tapped his fingertips against his lips, humming softly to the background music from his computer as he uploaded another video.
Things about the bridal chamber in films.
This was a compilation made after fast-forwarding through countless movies at eight times the speed, short in length, but diverse in flavors.
In some scenes, the screen would go black and it would be the next day, some tangled together causing the blanket to move chaotically, some drunkenly plopped their heads down to sleep, and the most outrageous one featured a bowl of water placed between the two—
Good lord, is this a wedding chamber or a joint bed scenario?
After uploading and reviewing the effects, he turned his head to glance at Jiang He's room door, feeling a flutter in his heart.
The lips from a thousand years ago were still pretty soft.
