Today, I Don't Want to Be Understanding

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An indescribable silence began to fill the entire bedroom.

That indescribable silence made it feel as though sound had become the most unnecessary thing in this tiny world, leaving only the faint echo of heartbeats reverberating around them.

And as those pounding heartbeats arose, the body temperatures of the two lovers nestled against each other in the bedroom gradually began to rise as well.

And Fang Li did not know whether it was merely an illusion.

But he felt that it was not just their body temperatures; even the temperature around them seemed to be rising.

A cloying sweetness that made one uncomfortable seemed to be spreading through the air.

It was something called ambiguity.

Fang Li had experienced this feeling before.

Back then, when his relationship with Sylvia had not yet become as intimate as it was now—when they had only met once and could not even be considered friends—through a series of twists of fate, Fang Li had followed just such an atmosphere and, unable to restrain himself, stolen the first kiss of the girl in his arms.

It was from that moment that Fang Li and Sylvia's relationship began to change.

From being ordinary acquaintances who could not even be called friends, they gradually came to understand one another, undergoing an incredible transformation into lovers in an extremely short time.

If not for that ambiguity back then, perhaps Fang Li and Sylvia would never have reached this point, much less become this way in such a short time.

In the end, if it had to be summed up in one phrase, there was only one thing to say.

----"It was fate."

There was no other explanation.

And at this very moment, an atmosphere almost identical to that of the past began to spread around them.

That