I want Keith to scream on me and stop thinking about my crazy reproduction, I know screaming is a waste of saliva because it's shameless and it won't stop, but it won't stop. At least my voice can wake others up. If everyone wakes up, it means that I can also survive the passion of other people.

But before I could shout, Keith put his hand tightly over my mouth. No matter how hard I tried, only a low voice came out, and the voice was not loud enough for people to hear. Only hope flashes before our eyes, and now it flashes more than ever.

No, it's called fleeting....