At the end of September, the heatwave still showed its ferocity, with dry and hot weather outdoors.
The hot breeze carried the rich fragrance of osmanthus, filling the air with a sweet scent.
The moment Huang Manman's lips were blocked, her breathing halted as well, her nose full of the fresh scent from the boy's body, turning into the strongest liquor, intoxicating someone deeply.
Her closed eyelashes trembled gently, docile and obedient, giving and taking as desired.
He Yuan's forehead seeped with sweat, and the sound of his pounding heartbeat was audible only to himself.
The initial tentative tastes ceased when he realized Huang Manman showed no sign of resistance, gradually becoming bolder.
He pried open her lips, exploring to the fullest extent.
The sunlight was brilliant, and the ambiguity flourished.
The kiss continued until Huang Manman's lungs were out of breath, and the boy buried his head in her shoulder, laughing softly.
"So stupid," he complained, yet doting.