"Wang Jie, brother, please, I'm begging you."
"Help someone to the end, send the Buddha to the west, just help me one more time, okay?"
As Liu Juan spoke, she had already climbed onto Wang Jie, tugging at his clothes while straddling him, constantly writhing.
"Please, just help me this once, will you?"
"I don't know why, but the moment I saw your eyes today, I couldn't contain the restlessness in my heart anymore."
The words Liu Juan said were true; he had never made me feel like this from childhood to adulthood.
But when we were younger, there was a different kind of feeling. Back then, he was just entering puberty, and it happened that he saw a boy's eyes, which he has remembered vividly to this day.
Now looking at Wang Jie again, Liu Juan couldn't even recall what that boy looked like back then, not even his eyes.
But Liu Juan clearly understood the feeling back then was of pure fondness, whereas now it was a scorching heat of unquenchable desire.