Five years ago, when she was with him, she was always shy and rarely kissed him proactively.
Back then, she always thought 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 regretted it; now she finally had an opportunity again, she didn't want to miss it.
...
...
In the kitchen, the lights were bright, and the faucet wasn't dripping a single drop of water. Under the light, a man and woman embraced tightly.
Between the parted shirt collar, her necklace was askew, half-hidden and half-revealed.
He lowered his head, gritted his teeth at her third button, and his face brushed against the key that slipped out from the collar, the cold touch instantly waking him.
Leng Zimo stood up, gritting his teeth, raised his hand to straighten her shirt.
"It's getting late, I... have to go."
His voice was extremely hoarse, clearly suppressing intense emotions.
