11 p.m.
In the charming room, under the dim yellow light.
Shen Yuan sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands which supported the mattress, his whole body forming a 120-degree angle.
He occasionally gasped for air and relaxed his brows as if he had fallen into a tender water world, tightly wrapped around it.
Such an experience, how wonderful it was.
Inside this gentle realm, two little snakes competed to coil around their prey, fearing the prey might fall into the mouth of the other snake.
They entwined together, resembling both cooperation and competition.
Suddenly, Xinyu, feeling feverish all over, leaned back abruptly, her mouth slightly open, and looked confusedly at the object in her hand.
This piece of white paper, under Shen Yuan's ink-splashing, had unlocked a new experience for her.
Tears streamed down slowly; it was unclear if it was from choking or being overwhelmed by happiness.
