她微微皱眉，他在笑，唇贴在她皱起的眉头上。
“我都说过那么多次了……”
他声音好像有些委屈，许稚朦胧中抓不住重点，只觉得不能让他受了委屈……
爱他爱他，说多少次都可以。
“我爱……”是极致的痛，让她忍不住又咬在他脖颈上。
孟约拨开她汗湿的发丝，湿漉地贴着她：“再说一次。”
“什么？”
“我爱你。”
她被引诱，忍不住被他牵着走：“我爱你。”
“乖。”
雪还在下，路边卖唱的流浪歌手在敬业地抱着吉他唱着今晚最后一首歌：
You're the light. You're the night. You're the color of my blood. You're the cure. You're the pain. You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much...
So much. You're the fear. I don't care. Cause I've never been so high. Follow me to the night. Let me take you pass our satellites. Even see the world you brought to life...