Two-way hug. I loosen my hold and am about to let go, but you hug me tighter.
What a load of mushy oatmeal! (崩潰)
What can I say. I used to know that feeling, too. It's fleeting, but it lingers. Unconscious smiles, unnecessary fidgeting, it makes you a little pile of girly goo. But I haven't met a girl yet who wouldn't tell you it feels wonderful.
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