情侣-禁欲系 - E

plcp, The man turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on the woman's drooping eyelashes, as if catching a fleeting ray of starlight, and the unsolvable tenderness hidden in the smile on the corner of his lips. The woman's fingertips were still stuck in the front of the suit, and the fabric was gently wrinkled, and slowly calmed down with her breathing, as if even her clothes were echoing the tenderness flowing between the two. The fluid art in the background is shading with gradient purple and blue, which looks like the sky when the night begins to hang. The occasionally leaping gilded light spots are like candlelight blown by the evening breeze, adding a bit of agility to this elegance. The light casts a tiny shadow on the edge of the man's bow tie, and then spreads a soft luster on the woman's off-shoulder skin, depicting the lines of the clavicle that are looming between her neck. Their snuggling posture was not at all intentional, as if they had already formed a tacit understanding in countless such moments. Even the strength of fingertips touching each other and the frequency of breathing intertwined were like a silent waltz, dancing a romantic rhythm that belonged to each other in the solemnity of the formal occasion. .plbj