I gently stroked her face and whispered: "Are you asleep?"

  She just answered with one word: "Hmph!"

  "What's wrong? Why are you angry?"

  She brushed off my hand and said firmly: "Go to sleep. I'm tired."

  She doesn't seem quite right.

  I fell silent for a moment, pinched her chin, she opened her eyes, our eyes locked, those eyes had anger and tenderness. My heart softened, I lowered my head and kissed her heavily.

  This was the most exhilarating kiss I'd had since we got together. Previously, my body couldn't move and she was playful and shy, always kissing in a way that left me helpless. Now I finally took control, holding her tightly in my arms, stroking her long hair, face, and neck, kissing her until she couldn't escape.

  I've never felt so carefree before. It turns out that the breath of two people can be so close, skin to skin, and it's such a sweet and thrilling feeling. In the dim light, I could only hear my own faint gasps drowned in her breathing. My hands were almost sinking into her waist. And she was the same, her body was so soft, I couldn't feel any resistant force, her fingers placed on my chest, gently rubbing, scorching face, the sweetness in her mouth all belonged to me. I clearly felt that my body had reactions that shouldn't be there, and I didn't know if she noticed or not. Maybe not, after all, she was still...

  I suppressed the surging feeling in my heart and body, slowly releasing her, and moved away from each other's distance, so as not to let her notice anything unusual. But still let her rest on my arm. She raised a pair of slightly moist eyes looking at me. Her face was still flushed red after being repeatedly kissed by me.

  She moved her lips, but didn't say anything.

  "What did you want to say?"

  "She: 'Uh... nothing.'"

  I kissed her forehead again, and this intimate feeling between men and women was so delicious that I couldn't stop. I whispered: "Why are you angry?"

  Her eyes immediately looked away and said, "No, I'm not angry. My boyfriend made another woman love him to the point of forgetting time and space, consistently, relying on her, forgetting life and death, forgetting family, forgetting his own tragedy, but still remembering to love you... How can I be angry? I should be touched instead!"

  So that's how it is.

  I smiled and tightened my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. "Jealous? Don't think nonsense, how can she compare to you? In my eyes, no one can compare to you."

  She still pouted, but her eyes had a sparkling smile. I bowed my head and kissed her eyes.

  Later, the two of us fell asleep quickly. The ground was uneven, and I slept drowsily. Tan Jiao's body was almost half-entwined with mine, but he slept soundly, his even breathing a constant presence by my ear. And in my half-asleep, half-awake eyes, all I saw was the dark glow of the cave, and the faint flicker of flames.

  I don't know at what moment, I suddenly felt a chill all over my body and woke up with a start. Out of the corner of my eye, it seemed as if a black shadow flashed by from behind us. I quickly turned around, but saw that in the pitch-black cave, everyone was lying down by the fire, both near and far, without making a sound.

  I thoroughly woke up, staring around for a while, and indeed there was nothing unusual. Everyone was asleep, and no one passed by us. Maybe it was just a dream. I lowered my head, continuing to hold Tang Jiao tightly, just about to close my eyes and sleep when I suddenly caught sight of one of Tang Jiao's feet, smooth and white, exposed outside the covers. I hesitated, remembering that before falling asleep, her clothes, shoes, and socks were all neatly in place. Now, however, her shoe was thrown aside on the floor, along with her sock.

  Who has touched her?