As the March deadline approached and the group was about to break camp and prepare to trek in the dark for another three months, the night before Leon Luo finally found John Han's dream as promised.
And it had been a good night until he fell asleep.
The two of them lay side by side, head to head, shoulder to shoulder, hair pressed under their bodies, mixed together, the temperature of one close to the temperature of the other, the breath overlapping the other's breath.
After the main tent was breached by Shen Yuan last time, they changed to a new one, which was slightly smaller than the last one. It was precisely this narrow space that gave people a sense of intimacy. Leon Luo felt the pulse of the person next to him and the sound of his heartbeat, and almost had the illusion of being one with him.
Young people are full of vigor and passion, and emotions can be aroused in a moment. At this moment, the skin of Qianling is pressed against Leon Luo's arm, the tip of his nose is lingering with Qianling's special cold fragrance that is like cold water vapor, and what fills his eyes is John Han's face.
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