Your fingers took my hand, then held my palm in the warmth of your hand.
Still, staring warmly. My cold hands are constantly stroking you, trying to ward off the cold that covers them.
"Hey, Xu Chuwen. My hands are cold, just like my heart." I say in a joking tone.
Now you put your fingers to my cheek.
"Yes, your hand is as cold as your heart," you joked, pulling your hand away.
I smiled blandly. Who's the one who makes this heart as cold as ice?
I can't say it directly to you, let me kept it so no one else will know.
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omg i use google translate but actually this is just a troll for you, do you think i'm really going to write a rated fic? ofc no D:
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