‘Don’t cross the line.’
His eyes was watching me
As if he was disgusted by me.
A man with desires is always disgusting.
A man with love is always losing.
He yanked my hands,
He took a step back.
‘Too late, I have already crossed all lines.’
I took a step forward.
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