Five years ago, when she was with him, she was always shy and rarely took the initiative to kiss him.
At that time, she always thought that there would be plenty of time and opportunities in the future to slowly learn everything.
Later, after leaving him, whenever she thought about the things she hadn't done, she only felt regret. Now that she finally had another chance, she didn't want to let it pass.
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...
In the kitchen, the lights were bright, with not a drop of water dripping from the faucet. Under the light, a man and a woman held each other tightly.
Between the collars of her open shirt, her necklace was tilted to one side, half-hidden, half-revealed.
He lowered his face, biting the third button of her shirt, his face touched the key that slipped out from between her collar, the cold feel of it suddenly woke him up.
Leng Zimo bit his teeth and stood up, raising his hand to straighten her shirt.
"It's late, I... I'll go."
