At this point in the diary, I was distracted by the memory of two kisses, and my pen stopped unconsciously.
I subconsciously touched my lips. There seemed to be a faint tingling sensation on my lips. The warmth from my lips reached my fingertips, and an unnatural ripple appeared in my heart.
Ansir was like a blooming poppy, mixed with the fragrance of desire. No one could resist his temptation.
I was afraid that if I continued to be entangled with him like this, even if I knew in my heart that this was all a game of the devil, I would not hesitate to sink into it.
In order not to fall into a dilemma, I would try to avoid everything related to Ansir while completing my studies in Rockefeller.
At this thought, my eyes focused and my left hand clenched into a fist as I made a decision.
The morning sun shone through the thin clouds and into my room through the window.
