Exuberant shouts, brimming with the sweet taste of first love.
The last word dropped, and the vibrant solo instantly became more surging, imbued with the youthful breath of sunshine.
Yet, beneath that mask, the gaze was filled with intense, brazen possessiveness.
Full of aggressive intent.
He had been looked at like that too, back in the day.
Naked and unmasked.
Domineering and unreasonable, she simply claimed him as her possession.
When she looked at him like that, she always liked to dangle a cigarette from her mouth, casually pulling on his tie as she straddled him.
Three years later, faced with that kind of gaze once again, Shi Lingyan actually... felt a bit nostalgic.
The crowd followed Shi Mei's gaze upwards, and someone started to whistle.
"Is there really a lover up there?"
"The dog-killing scene ah, so sweet!"
"There's someone up there, but isn't that the president's suite? The minimum charge is US$ 5,000, the one sitting up there must be filthy rich."
