Quietly raise your fist, lightly smash it down, then raise it again, and lightly smash it down again, so repeatedly, the eyes gradually blurred, the hearts sour for no reason.

Ye Beicheng gazed at her blurred eyes, his eyebrows tightly twisted together, his eyes full of heartache.

"Okay, don't hit me. It's just beating me on the back."

He grabbed her weak hand, pulled it into his arms, closed it tightly around her, and then touched her lips with tender feelings, sucking, rubbing, kissing. Perhaps at this moment, nothing can make her feel more secure than a genuine kiss...

The long and passionate kiss lasted for a long time, until...