338. Asian Games Torchbearer

Late at night.

The secret base was quiet, except for Little White, who was still diligently standing guard; everyone else had entered dreamland.

A gust of wind blew, clouds covered the moon, and the night grew darker.

At 2:15 in the morning, a shadow as dark as ink silently left the room.

The figure had a clear target, opening the door and heading straight to the next room without stopping.

Quietly, and then quietly again, she climbed onto the boy's bed and settled in.

Slowly shifting her body, as soon as she felt the warm breath from her nose aligning with her lips, she didn't hesitate and pressed them together.

[1, 2, 3.....60, 61.]

Only after counting silently in her heart to the sixty-first second did she fulfillingly separate her lips.

[Now that it's covered, the first kiss is mine!]

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Half an hour later, the room door was opened again.

[I want a kiss too!]

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An hour later.

[Finally, I've given away my first kiss!]

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