Chenxing opened her eyes emotionally, gazing at the enchanting man under the moonlight. She spun gently away from his embrace, leaving Gu Shaocheng's mouth empty and slightly resentful, yet loving her tinkling laughter.
"Shaocheng, I want to dance... the one with many spins, do you remember? That year on your birthday, the most dazzling moment at your party."
Playing hard to get, huh?
Gu Shaocheng pulled her into his arms, holding her waist, "Of course, I remember, I also recall a certain silly one who licked my sweat, licking like tasting nectar."
Chenxing looked up and retorted, "That wasn't sweat, it was your evidence of loving me."
Back then, they were breaking up, and he carried her up several flights of stairs. She knew he was tired but refused to get off him. He was drenched in sweat, and as it dripped into her palm, Chenxing felt that sweat was proof he loved her.
"Oh, I want to dance, not think about the past!"
