C323 Except for You

The rest of the cigarette fell to the ground, scattering fine sparks, but under these circumstances, who would still have the heart to ruthlessly extinguish this spark? It was like a fire burning in the heart, a wild fire, the girl in my arms was so clear, so beautiful, so flirtatious; and in my heart, so agitated, so feverish, so uncontrollable … It was fine if it was just a gust of wind, but it