I have a deep love for Zhenjun

Open your mouth, wanting to swallow that grape.

Unexpectedly, Zhaohua refused to let go.

I guessed in my heart, there was a bit of tentativeness between the teeth, and I gently rubbed the peel, like insects and ants greedily gnawing, and gradually pushed forward.When I almost touched his fingertips, I paused, and stopped attacking the city and plundering land, biting hard.

Most of the pulp entered my throat, and the smaller half was still held by Zhaohua, which was as clear as purple gold glass.

The juice was black and red and slightly sticky, which contrasted with his snow-like knuckles, which made my throat inexplicably thirsty, and I felt unbearable.

I was tempted to be complacent, and I only thought that today was Zhaohua himself who delivered it to my door, so I simply stopped entangled, obeyed my demon instinct, and buried my head in the past, with the tip of my tongue as nimble as a carp swimming in the stream, circling around the spring to lick and suck his long hair refer to.

Zhaohua froze, as if he wanted to avoid it, but I grabbed his wrist with a backhand.

"...so sweet."

My words were vague, I didn't even let go of the small half of the fruit, I swept it into my stomach, and I was satisfied.

When I came back to my senses and realized what I had just done, I quickly lowered my eyes, unavoidably a little apprehensive, afraid that he would think I was too frivolous.Wanting to explain, but also afraid of getting darker, I didn't make a sound for a long time.

It was Zhaohua who broke the dead silence with a rather inexplicable question: "Where is the sweetness?"

Confused, I quietly raised my eyes to look at him.

When I saw his half-closed eyelids and blushing cold face, I felt a little bewildered.Subtle emotions flowed into the atrium, turning into a deafening sound, as if it could not stop all night.

Zhaohua seemed impatient, and asked again: "Where is the sweetness?"

I cautiously: "What?"

"You wood." Zhaohua suddenly sulked and glared at me several times, as if extremely annoyed.After a long time, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Grapes are sweeter, or am I sweeter?"

For some reason, I suddenly laughed.

The tense expression gradually eased, as if rain fell from the sky, the dry corpse was revived.

"You are sweet."