The sound of oral adhesion trembles amidst the sound of the waves.
Breath is hurried, lips and teeth friction.
A feeling of palpitation envelops them.
Light and land blend, moon and sea romantic.
The world gradually quiets down.
Tonight's memory carries the taste of seawater.
...
"Ding——" The elevator slowly opened on the 19th floor.
The hallway was very quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps gently echoing on the soft carpet.
Coming to the door, Gao Mengting bowed her head and rummaged through her bag for the room card, her cheeks slightly flushed from the mild intoxication, her eyes somewhat hazy.
Tang Song stood behind her and suddenly called out softly, "Mengting."
"Hmm?" Gao Mengting turned around somewhat dazed, her voice carrying a hint of laziness and her speech slightly slurred, "What's up?"
"I don't know how to use the hotel's electric kettle, can you teach me?"
