Burning Love: The Em

As the layers of white steam dissipate, a glimpse of the scene beyond the mist gradually comes into view.,The time on the bedside clock was reminding me that I couldn't dawdle any longer, or else I would be late for work.,The car window was lowered halfway, revealing a cold and sharp face from the back seat, with sinister black eyes that stared coldly at the public platform. Above it was a slender frame...。