I think I need to be in despair,
Where everything was not scared,
Even someone whom you knew could dwell,
And now, I am facing a crisis I should not have ever been in.
***
THE YEAR 1904, 100 centuries away from the present time.
Althea kissed him in a loving way while Qing Long breathed a smile on her lips. She felt that Qing Long was now planting tender kisses on the corner of her mouth, down to her chin, and through the inner canthus of her ears. Qing Long teased her once again and bit her earlobes, which made her groaned a little.
