She looked angry, yet her eyes held a hint of nostalgia, as if reminiscing about the past. When she snapped, "Starting over again? You've gotta be kidding!" her voice carried a trace of hesitation beneath the irritation. Our talk of getting back together started after some time had passed, and after our bickering grew exhausting, she quietly said, "Fine, you can come in," and opened the door. In the quiet room, when I sincerely said, "I'm sorry. I really want to try again," her expression gradually softened. I thought I saw her eyes glisten slightly. In the stillness, her hand gently touched mine. At that moment, the warm feelings from the past gently returned. Without needing words, we held each other tightly, leaning close as if to forget all the lingering regrets. For as long as time allowed, we shared a slow, intimate moment just for the two of us. Her smile, her warmth—everything felt just like before, and I could feel our hearts reconnecting. No matter what, she still let me creampie her, and that's why I love her so much.