So It Was Not a Mistake Last Chapter

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It wasn't until the fireworks went off and we both fell on the bed exhausted, that he turned to look at me and said seriously that he liked it.

I calmed my breathing and stretched out my hands to comb his sweat-stained forehead with no strength. He came closer and K!ssed me again and again.

It turns out that the legendary tenderness is such an experience. I poked his face: "...at this time...shouldn't you light up a post-event cigarette?"

He smiled and grabbed my finger, pinched my fingertips and said, "Quit."