"...Evander, don't go looking for other women, please," Willow Lancaster tightly embraced Evander Lancaster's waist, her small face pressed against his chest. Evander's winter jacket was unzipped, making it convenient for her, and feeling the heartbeat echoing in her eardrums, Willow bit her lip and, steeling herself, spoke.
"If you really want... I can help you..."
Evander sighed loudly, raising and dropping his arms, feeling quite helpless. No matter how annoying, she was still his cousin, and on New Year's, he couldn't reprimand her like last time. He could only patiently advise, "Willow, you're drunk, please go back and don't catch a cold."
"No, I'm not drunk!" Willow stubbornly refused to let go, "I'm clear-headed, Evander, I like you, whatever other women can give you, I can too, and I'm cleaner than those women outside, I'm still a virgin."
