You live in my heart

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That night, you returned from the members' dinner party. You had curly hair, wore a pink silk blouse without a shirt underneath, ripped jeans, and leather shoes. Your cheeks were flushed, and you looked a little tipsy. When I got home, I saw you leaning lazily against the door, leaning out and making a seductive gesture, telling me with your eyes, "Come with me."
Then, you took my hand and led me to the parking lot. You led me to your car, opened the door, and said, "Get in." You looked at me with eyes full of intoxication, your tone gentle but also a little seductive. I obeyed and got into the passenger seat. Just as I got in, before I even closed the door, suddenly, "smack!" you braced your hand on the door handle, looking down at me with those slightly drunken eyes, saying, "I wasn't home all day, how did you manage?" The smell of alcohol wafted into my nose, and I couldn't help but sniff it. My face turned pale, but since you were still in front of me, I didn't dare show too much discomfort and quickly shut up. Oh dear, I thought you were going to interrogate me about something bad, but it was just a false alarm. "It's nothing, I'm fine. I had a great day, it's just that without you, I missed you a lot," I replied calmly. "Oh, right!" You stood up quickly and decisively, brushing the dust off your hands from touching the car door. Then you got into the car at a leisurely pace and sat down next to me. "Since you say so..." you paused, then continued, "If you miss me and feel uneasy when I'm not by your side... tonight, no matter what dangers are outside, no matter what happens, I will do everything in my power to protect you. Promise me, okay?" Hearing this, I was a little surprised. My heart suddenly raced, and my face involuntarily turned red and hot. Looking into your sincere eyes, I could only awkwardly agree. "Okay! But... thank you! The man who makes me feel safe." Hearing your response, you lowered your head and smiled knowingly. Then you looked up at me again, took my hand again, intertwined our fingers, and moved it to the empty space between us. "Thank you for trusting me so much," you said softly.
In an instant, with a "chua," white liquid began to trickle down from the windshield. You noticed it out of the corner of your eye and used your other hand to cover my eyes, which showed a slight hint of fear. "Don't be afraid, that white liquid won't harm us. It's Cream Soda, it's delicious!" you whispered in my ear, your tone almost joking, which reassured me. Then, you cautiously glanced out the side window, making sure there was no danger before removing your hand from my eyes. "Okay! It's alright! We're safe!" Your voice was playful and cute, and I smiled. "Want to kiss tonight?" Before I could respond, before I could recover from my surprise, the words had barely left my lips when you lunged at me like a tiger, grabbing my cheeks with both hands. We kissed, gently biting each other's lips, for a long time without letting go.
(Time passed, and after a while) Your hand finally left my face, and your lips stopped kissing me. "You know, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, so tonight I didn't wait for your reaction before kissing you. How is it? Are you satisfied?" "Satisfied...satisfied!" I was still shaken, my eyes filled with fear as I looked at you, who now resembled a wild beast. "Tsk tsk tsk, don't be afraid, it's just a kiss, it only took a little while~~~ It's okay, ah~~" You looked at my still fearful face, "Tsk, I told you not to be afraid, okay?! Come on, come home with me!" You forcefully pulled my hand, but the moment you did, I pulled away, a wave of embarrassment washing over me. "Tonight...tonight I won't be staying with you. If you still want to talk, call me tomorrow morning, I...I'll talk to you all I want, be good...be good!" With that, I immediately turned and left. I could still hear you calling my name from afar, and when I ignored you and pretended not to know, I could hear you stomping your feet in frustration. And of course, I could also vaguely hear you saying, "Really!"
Back home, I packed all my belongings, got into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and muttered to myself, "Wait, why did I kiss him for so long today?! Oh my! What am I doing?! I really look like his plaything!" As I talked, I drifted off to sleep without realizing it, but I didn't get a good night's sleep.
Looking into the distance, thick clouds had slowly obscured the moon, and all that could be heard were crows "singing," which was truly awful.