There is a feeling, like the dichotomy of ice and fire.
There is a feeling, like the distance between heaven and earth.
There is a feeling, like soaring high in the skies, and diving deep into the water.
To soar is to ascend through the clouds.
To dive is to swim like fish, free and unbound.
In either circumstance, Bei Ran just felt that no amount of words could adequately describe the feeling at this moment.
A man adept with a surgical scalpel, now demonstrates the pinnacle of his skill slicing salmon.
He slices them thin, and each piece is uniform in size and thickness.
If they were to be weighed, surely they would match exactly.
The tastebuds on the tip of the tongue are also the sharpest.
The tip of the tongue is the softest, hosting the deepest sensations of touch.
When Gu Qingchen's tongue glided over her skin, pale as white jade, accompanied by the rich, vivid salmon slices, fresh in color and pristinely clean, adhering to her skin—
