“Fly, fly.” Jasmine Lin pressed her face behind his back and nuzzled like a kitten.
Ethan Shen felt the temperature coming from his back, and she tightly wrapped her hand around his waist and the sunlight shining on her shoulders.
It was a feeling I had never had before, it was warm and pleasant, and it was loose.
“Where does Little Sun want to fly?” Ethan Shen asked.
Jasmine Lin lifted her chin and thought for a while, “flying…flying into your heart.”
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