Chuzheng sat on a desk, her back leaning against the slightly rough wall behind her, the boy buried in her hair.
The air was filled with a faint sweet aroma.
Teeth grazed the skin and flesh, bringing a slight sting and shiver, blending into the gentle breeze that passed by.
No one knew how much time passed before the boy slowly lifted his head.
A hint of red still clung to his lips, adding an alluring charm to him.
"Lower your head." Chuzheng's voice was slightly heavy.
Yin Bai, not understanding, obediently lowered his head.
Then coolness touched his lips as Chuzheng held his face and meticulously cleaned the bloodstains from the corners of his lips.
Yin Bai's face instantly turned bright red as he propped his hands on the desk, not daring to move.
"There won't be anyone here, right?"
"Don't worry, hardly anyone comes here."
