She frowned, her plea like a soft chant yet so fervently pressed against him, encircling him tightly, "Alright, if we're not going then we're not, just don't leave, I really miss you... Just stand here, don't go, let me hold you a bit longer, the night is so cold, and I haven't yet felt warmth and heat from your body. You said, in the future, whenever I'm cold, you would warm me up, have you forgotten? Don't go, consider it a plea from me, I am truly cold..."
Bei Lingfeng finally stopped in his tracks, memories fragmented and mottled, yet so lethally wounding!
——Is it that our love is now reduced to only gentle offensives?
Sometimes, Bei Lingfeng felt that love was like a competition, a contest between you and the one you love!
For instance, during arguments and cold wars, what's tested is patience, to see who'd break the silence first and seek reconciliation.
