Fishing type white flower domesticated loyal dog
At the beginning of the second year of high school, the wind carried the chirping of cicadas. Shen Zhiruan looked at Gao Yue's red ears when he was seriously studying the questions. He hid a bit of cunning in his heart, always teasing her softly and innocently. When she leaned forward to talk about the topic, she deliberately got close to him, and the warm air swept over his ears to see him stuttering in panic; when no one grabbed his wrist, she gently swung his wrist, secretly kissed him softly on the cheek, smiled and said it was a joke, and touched his heartstrings with all her grace.
She was used to hiding her sincerity, and when faced with her roommate's feelings and questions, she would lower her eyes and pretend to be obedient, and still look harmless when she turned around; but he was already deeply involved, hiding his passion in silent guardianship, remembering her wrong questions and staying up late to sort out her notes, holding an umbrella to protect her on rainy days, and following her back to the dormitory from a distance. Every preference was stubborn and hot.
From the second year of high school to the third year of high school, a pull that started out as a joke slowly grew. The girl had unspoken thoughts hidden in her eyes, and the boy fell in love with sincerity. The little white flowers of the fishing line tease out the hidden edge step by step, the docile and loyal dogs are full of indulgence and never look back, and the ambiguous throbbing of youth has spread over two seasons of midsummer, becoming more and more long and hot.
