He was smoking, and she looked at him and said: Quit it, smoking is not good. Then she reached out to grab the cigarette, but he turned it around and burned her soft and tender skin with the lit end. She did not flinch. He asked: Does it hurt? No, it doesn't. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters. Is smoking really that good? Smoking can make me forget all the pain...
He was drinking, and he touched her smooth pink cheek. His long fingers gently caressed her face, yet he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that this beautiful moment would disappear in an instant. Suddenly, he leaned towards her and said dominantly with his alcohol-laden breath: I want to kiss you. She then softly closed her eyes, her eyelashes slightly trembling. Under the dim light, she seemed as beautiful as a spirit of the dark night. He was drunk, her warm lips made him intoxicated, and he bit down hard. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a few crystal-like tears seeped out.