With thunder and lightning outside the window, Song's heart in July seemed to be passing through like a gale. She did not know which sentence he said was true or false, nor why he said these words at the moment. She could not understand his thoughts, but the heart, beating so violently.

is his words, and constantly hovering, hit the heart!

It's his hand that still caresses her. It's so hot that he kisses her face occasionally. It's a gentle touch, like a gentle caress. It's lingering again, lingering to her lips. She was stunned and could not move. His kiss fell on her lips. It was the warm touch,...