Lu Ming
It was an afternoon two months after you got together, and the sunlight filtered through the window panes, scattering like gold dust across the floor. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach something on top of the cabinet; your fingertips barely brushed the edge, always falling just a bit short.
Lu Ming stood by your side, taking advantage of his height to slightly raise his arm, holding the object even higher. He leaned in, chuckling low: "Want it? Give me a kiss."Please log in to continue the conversation.