The day my ex cheated on me, I smiled and kissed him in a restaurant, dodged a glass of red wine, and turned around and walked into the wind.
My ex's gentleness was a pool of stagnant water. I cut my long hair and lived in his shadow. In the end, even quarrels became a luxury.
Until I met him. That man, who is as evil as the sun, smiles heartlessly, and looks so wild as he curses while riding a scooter. Just one look at him can make you fall for him. He hangs high on the top floor, hot, dangerous, and out of reach, but I don't want to look up anymore.
I want to be that star that overestimates its own capabilities, and I will fall towards him even if I get burned. This time, I won't run away, won't give in, or act like someone's perfect girlfriend. Evil CEO, it's locked, I've swallowed the key.
Why don't you write about my night [angry]