Everyone in the Beijing and city circles knew that Jin Si had a good skin and a warm heart. My girlfriend changes her shoes more frequently than her sneakers, but she is so popular that no one can hate her. Everyone bets that he will never fall into trouble in this life.
When they met for the first time, Jin Si was hugging his new girlfriend and kissing her, with his fingers placed irregularly in some inappropriate place. Tian Shisui stood outside the tent, raised his phone, took a photo, and mouthed two words.
"Pervert."
Jin Si squinted at her, glanced from her innocent face to the curve of her knitted sweater, and smiled. The smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, but he remembered her.
Later he found out that she was not only the sweet girl at the dance party on the playground, but also the "Suisui" of hundreds of thousands of fans on the Internet. The little girl looked soft, and she could act coquettishly and pouted easily, but deep down she was extremely protective of her shortcomings. Her friend held her in the palm of his hand as a group favorite. When he took a step closer, a layer of skin was peeled off by the eyes of the three boys.
…
Finally one day, he blocked her in an alley, pressed his forehead against hers, and his voice was as dumb as wood polished with sandpaper.
"Suisui, don't run away, can you let me catch you?"
Tian Shisui looked up at him, her eyes were red, her mouth was depressed, and finally she stood on tiptoes and hugged his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.
"You were my dog."
Later, at a class reunion, the little girl was sitting in the corner drinking milk tea. He walked over, picked her up from the chair and held her in his arms. He put his chin on top of her head and raised his eyebrows at the stunned old classmates in the room. He said in a lazy tone, "What are you looking at? I have never seen people act like dogs."
