Their fingers entwined together, he whispered in her ear:
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
Lu Xiaoyou, with her dreamy eyes, saw that in the man's gaze, beyond the desire, there was a deep, unbreakable affection.
It was one of the few emotions within him; he poured all his feelings into her.
"Youyou, will you be my girlfriend?"
His body was like the sea, and she was trapped in its turbulent waves, always on the verge of drowning.
His voice was like light, coming from the depths of the Universe, passing through numerous nebulas, reaching her heart.
"Youyou, promise me." His forehead pressed against Lu Xiaoyou's, his voice nearly pleading.
Dusk fell, the sunset dazzlingly bright, half the sky ablaze, clouds rolling, reflecting skyscrapers towering into the sky like the palaces of heaven.
The man's arched back resembled smooth marble, thin daylight streaming through the curtains, illuminating the glistening wet light and crystal-clear sweat beads on his back.
