He held the back of her head and grabbed her lips, soft and sweet, and the smell of smoke mixed in it was a flavoring agent, making the two of them dizzy and forgetful of the rivalry in the daytime.

I want to fill your body, strip you from the love-hate entanglement, and become my belongings alone.

It's not a bird in a cage, it's not a doll in a picture frame.

It's my love.

White Burning ......

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