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I was shy and frightened, but I had to look up at him, my heart thumping, and I had to hold him tight to make me feel less uneasy.

And especially lonely.

Because they had each other.

In his arms, I had never been this nervous or scared before, but I could only endure this kiss. My body leaned weakly against his arm, and I was numb as I kissed for a while.

His warm palm pressed against my back, and the heat made me shiver, more and more uneasily, and my body trembled. Subconsciously, I reached out and grabbed him by the lapel.

I struggled to hold on, trying to lean on him, my back soaked, and suddenly he stopped it all.

His lips left my mouth, but still very close to me, such soft eyes, dark and limpid look at me.

It was covered by a thin layer of water vapor.

He asked me suddenly, his voice hoarse. "Afraid?"

I was afraid, but I didn't say it. I just stared at him, my hand still on his lapel. After a long while, I clenched my teeth, tightly closing my lips and eyes. Then, I forcefully shook my head.

Suddenly, I felt him slowly approach me. My body trembled, and my earlobes felt as if they were being bitten.

Goosebumps covered the ground.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. I didn't know if the water was contagious or not, but his eyes were wet, and I couldn't help it.

He leaned over and kissed the corner of my eye.

A soft and gentle voice resounded in his ears.

"Close."

I closed my eyes.

He was as gentle as someone else, unlike the wolf that had just kissed me. When he spoke, he sounded like a sheep.

I was confused and confused.

Perhaps it was because I had closed my eyes that I began to feel the rest of my body becoming clearer and clearer. The man's fingertips were so long and cool that I could not help but shiver. That hand, so soft and so docile, but when it touched me, it was like the teeth of a tiger.

It was like a tiger opening its bloody maw and swimming across your body. The beard on both sides of the mouth was rubbing against each other until it was itchy all over, but most of the people were afraid that he would really take a bite and suffocate them.

However, it was clearly I who gave it to him to bite, so I silently told myself, "Even if it hurts, I will still suffer …"

Finally, I felt his hand slip to my softest spot. My body tensed and trembled.

He did not stop, nor did he intend to stop.

… ….

The pain came unguarded, and for a moment I couldn't help but turn my back, my whole body slouching against his firm arms, my neck stretched out in a graceful arc.

He withdrew his hand and held it at my back.

I had no strength left in me.

Like a deflated balloon, his body was limp and his head rested on his shoulder, helpless and weak.

He was still cold.

And I was hot.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as if I wanted him to put out the fire.

But he's oil now, not fire, and when I get closer to him, I can only pour more fire on myself.

I was so hot that I couldn't help but gasp, like a little bitch who couldn't stand the heat and stuck out her tongue.

His head drooped, and his cold lips brushed my forehead.

"Are you still afraid?"

I leaned on his shoulder and shook my head slightly.

I'm just hot.