Every one of them is top notch, nothing can be faulted. , The only shortcoming is be. The middle two books are he. If you read the ending of the last one, you may cry╭(ᵔ_>ᵔ)╮The first one can't find any faults. Highly recommended, super good-looking, but a bit unpopular.
I will use the words that are the most direct, the most truthful, the least roundabout, the most heart-wrenching, the most hard-core, the most straightforward, the least inked, the most painful, the most ruthless, the most to the point, the most to the point, the most straightforward, the least foreshadowing, the least polite, and the least polite. Sensational, the least nonsense, the least oblique, the least sarcastic, the least pretentious, the least pretentious, the least verbose, the least procrastinating, the least tactful, the least disguised, the least hidden, the most straightforward, the most explicit, the most real, the most transparent, the most vicious, the most Refreshing, the most refreshing, the best, the most energetic, the most enjoyable, the roughest, the most effective, the most ruthless, the most accurate, the most stable, the most absolute, the top, the most explosive, the toughest, the fiercest, the sassiest, the most reckless, the most aggressive, the fiercest, the crispest, the brightest, the most transparent, the dryest, The one that is the least talkative, the least clichéd, the least formal, the least fussy, the most talkative, the most focused, the most results-oriented, the most truth-telling, the most core-focused, the most focused on key points, I tell you it's so good! (Transported)
When will we understand that writing style and literary talent are not the same thing? . Complimenting one's writing skills with a gorgeous sentence every day is called literary talent! ! !
These two books are super good to read. The first one is Bai Yueguang in my heart, she and her moon, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? The second one is really one of the best written ones among the many campus novels I have read. The plot is compact and not procrastinating, and both the male and female protagonists have super good characters! ! !
The text has been completed. •Mature men and women, wearing the skin of high school students, talk about the most heart-wrenching love in dreams •Each other's antidote and redemption; the god from the battlefield in the Middle East comes, and the real reunion is super sweet. Langhua trusts the cloud. Langhua trusts the white of the cloud.
Every sentence is golden (Shuangjie Party is ecstatic! As long as Qi Xiao is happy forever, the last flashback scene made me cry to death. The heroine is Bai Yueguang, the male protagonist. There is no misunderstanding. There is no adulteration in romance. I won't go into details about the rest.) When you are truly loved, you don't have to be so beautiful, so catering, or so excellent. A person who likes you on tiptoe will not be able to stand firmly, but someone who really likes you will bend down. She was almost calling herself in her mind. She thought of such a reasonable reason in an instant. Qi Juan, just have fun having a wife with such a clever mind. "Sister Xiaoyu, are you doing this to pray to God?" Wen Yumian smiled sweetly and followed his words. "Yes, yes, please God, let my grades look better." Qi Juan sneered, "You might as well beg me." Wen Yumian walked in front with a pink backpack on his back, his white canvas shoes stepping on the ground, and the plush pendant on the bag shook into a light yellow shadow with his movements. Her ponytail swept across the blue and white stripes on the back of her school uniform, and her broken hair was swept behind her ears by the wind, revealing her earlobes that were blown red by the wind. The side face is exquisitely white and dazzling, the smile on the face is bright, and the whole body is full of agility and vitality. Qi Juan followed one meter away, wearing his school uniform jacket loosely on his body, revealing the white T-shirt underneath. He had one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand was holding his schoolbag, but his eyes never left the jumping figure in front of him. The wind carried Wen Yumian's laughter, making people unconsciously curl their lips. The moment she looked back, something suddenly came to his mind. The setting sun and the evening breeze, morning and evening. When she reached the corner of the corridor, her steps suddenly stopped. The setting sun just happened to pass over, dyeing half of the wall the color of molten honey. Qi Juan was leaning against the warm light, her school uniform jacket hung loosely on her shoulders, one hand in her trouser pocket, and the other hand holding the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, sling it over her shoulder. His eyelashes were very long, and were gilded with fluffy gold edges by the setting sun. When his eyelids drooped slightly, the emotions under his eyes were covered, revealing only the high bridge of his nose and his clear jawline. Hearing the footsteps, he raised his eyelids and looked over. His eyes were lazy and there was an imperceptible warmth at the end of his tail. Fine dust floated in the air, spinning slowly in the beam. Wen Yumian's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and the tension she had accumulated in the office was instantly replaced by overwhelming surprise, exploding in her chest like bubbles. She didn't expect him to wait for her. The setting sun cast their shadows side by side on the ground, following them all the way down, and gently overlapping each other at the corner of the stairs. "Hello, my name is Wen Yumian." "Wen Yumian?" "The spring water is blue in the sky, the Yumian who paints boats and listens to Yumian." Wen Yumian... He chuckled. It's a good name. He leaned on the railing and looked at the tips of her hair that were gilded by the sun, feeling that the weather was indeed getting warmer. Otherwise, why would he feel so hot in his heart? The spring sun set on his body, and the warmth touched by his fingertips crawled along his veins. He tilted his head, and a very light sneer escaped from his throat. He didn't know whether he was laughing at her stupidity, or laughing at himself for actually wanting to sit next to her for a moment. The wind pushed the swing high, and the arc hanging in the air was like the moon. Qi Juan lowered his eyes and looked into Wen Yumian's smiling eyes. The golden powder on her eyelashes seemed to have been rubbed by broken sun. It fell down with slight trembling and fell into her pupils, becoming a flowing river of light. The ends of her eyes were naturally a little raised, and she always looked a bit coquettish when she looked at them. Now when the light shined on them, even the whites of her eyes shone like porcelain green. A fallen leaf floated down and brushed the tip of her ear. She didn't hide, but blinked. There is only one explanation for those inexplicable irritations, deliberate attention, and the overwhelming emptiness at this moment. Qi Juan lowered his eyes to cover the deepening emotion in his eyes, but the corners of his lips rose slightly uncontrollably, and then tightened quickly. It turns out that's the case. Opposite him, Qi Juan let his eyes wander gently on the top of her hair, his eyes gradually filled with a faint smile, and even the air was filled with sweet ripples. For the first time, he felt that spring was a good season. Spring is warm, flowers are blooming, and everything is revived. All those unspoken feelings have grown into luxuriant leaves in this season. Wen Yumian was surprised, "You don't think we are here just to look cool, do you?" Qi Juan, who was behind her, tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on her softly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, revealing a faint, gentle smile. "If you have someone you like, you will understand." "I don't want to hide it at all." The wind swept the corners of their clothes and passed over their faces, and seven shadows intertwined in the sunset. If a young man lives up to his ambition, there will be flowers blooming on the road ahead. "Qi Juan..." Do you like me a little bit now...? It's the evening breeze, it's the moonlight, it's the growing affection, it's unique. The most important thing is - her. If you have felt preference, then she can only be the only preference. Idiot, can't you see? But this made him sure of one thing. Wen Yumian likes him. He would break down difficult knowledge points into short stories, and would hit her on the head with his pen when she was distracted. He would bring up a slight smile at the corners of her mouth when she was doing the correct questions, and would also hand the peeled oranges to her hands. Those moments were obviously relaxing and warm. The sun is just right and the breeze is not dry. The laughter of the teenagers filled the entire avenue, with the unique brightness and excitement of youth. But the most passionate youth is never quiet. It is hidden in this chaotic noise, with a bit of reckless sweetness, and is beating alive. Qi Juan looked at her back, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and the smile spreading from his eyes. So cute. Wen Xiaoyu. Qi Juan suddenly leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear, a slight smile on his lips, and nostalgia in his eyes. "My princess, don't be angry, okay?" "Princess can see whatever she wants." In a sea of hundreds of millions of people, we are glad to have met. At this moment, they are the wind itself, the unburned flames, and the most straightforward appearance of youth. It's so passionate that it doesn't need to be modified, and it's so fresh that it can squeeze out juice. Youth is meant to be carefree. Some people are always eighteen, but no one is eighteen forever. Every minute and second spent now will become an exclusive memory that they will treasure in the future. Her cheeks were lightly pink, her eyes were clear and bright, her eyebrows were arched, and her smile was bright. The voice was crisp, with a bit of excitement at the end, echoing in the empty valley. "Balala energy!" The moment she finished speaking, tiny silver lights suddenly exploded in the night sky. The last note of Wen Yumian was still hanging on the tip of his tongue, and he was so startled by the light that filled the sky that he held his breath. It wasn't a real meteor, but it was brighter than any meteor shower she had seen on the Internet. I don't know how many micro drones trailed cold light trails, drawing staggered star trails on the dark blue sky. Sometimes they gather into a flickering Milky Way, sometimes they scatter into stardust all over the sky. Even the wind in the valley carries tiny points of light, brushing against her slightly opened lips. "This is..." Her fingertips trembled slightly, her eyelashes were covered with tiny glimmers of light, and her pupils were filled with surprise. Qi Juan's breath fell on the shell of her ear, carrying the refreshing scent of grass and trees in the mountains. He didn't speak, but raised his hand to gently brush away her wind-blown hair. Wen Yumian turned her head suddenly and looked into his eyes. There is something brighter than the stars in the sky, unabashed indulgence and tenderness, and a smile that cannot be hidden. The light from the drone cast a flickering shadow on his jawline, and his Adam's apple rolled gently, as if he had swallowed back some hot words. "There is indeed no magic in the world." "But -" His voice was low, and Wen Yumian was stunned by what he said. "I'm more effective than magic." This hug without warning brought the girl full joy. It was so clean that there was no trace of unnecessary emotion, but it made his heart skip a beat. "Qi Juan!" Wen Yumian buried her face in his shoulder blades, her voice muffled. She thought silently in her mind. It turns out that when you were eighteen, you would have prepared such a big surprise for me. She suddenly raised her head, the tip of her hair tickling the side of his neck, and shouted loudly without hiding her feelings. "I really, really, like it so much!" The tail note exploded in the night wind, with a bit of excitement. Qi Juan was brought back to his senses by the shout, and he lowered his head and looked into her watery eyes. His slightly startled face was clearly reflected in it, as well as the joy that was almost overflowing. His hand hanging in the air hesitated for half a second, and finally landed gently on the top of her hair. His fingertips passed through the wind-tossed hair, and a low laugh escaped from his throat, so gentle that it could drip water. "Yeah, I feel it." "Qi Juan is really attentive. He really likes Xiaoyu." No one thought that their first photo together would be in front of the police station. Everyone's posture and expression are different, but the only thing that is the same is that the teenagers all exude high-spiritedness that belongs to their age. The meaning of taking pictures is to click and turn this moment into a precious memory that will last for many years. The protagonists of youth change every year, but they will always be them. "What about me?" He paused, his fingertips still resting on the end of her eyes, but a very light mist appeared in front of her eyes, the ends of her eyes were flushed, and the sourness in her heart surged crazily. "Wen Yumian." "Have you ever thought about me?" His shoulders were actually shaking slightly, but they were covered by his straight back. Only the hand caressing Wen Yumian's cheek was still maintaining a gentle look. "Qi Juan..." "I can't get better." "I don't want to drag you down anymore." "Wen Yumian." "This is not fair at all -" "Qi Juan... I'm sorry..." "I'm sorry..." "I'm sorry..." "I'm sorry..." The thin words repeatedly whispered in his ears, and he was slightly stunned when he originally moved closer. "Don't be afraid, you are just dreaming. Nothing in your dream is real. Wake up, okay?" "Bihai Team, we will never be separated!" Everyone's life script is different. Don't envy other people's ups and downs in the plot. The way you perform it seriously is already outstanding. "We must always be together from now on!" "As long as you turn around, you can see me." Just when Wen Yumian was eating melon with enthusiasm, a very light smile suddenly sounded in her ears. The voice was clear and lazi, with a youthful feel, and it carried a touch of pampering and tender attachment. It swept through her heart, causing a tingling sensation. "Wen Xiaoyu." "Would you like a hug? Princess." "Hey, princess, I will try my best to satisfy you." "Reluctantly?" There was a smile in his voice, and when he lowered his head, his chin gently rubbed the top of her hair, "Then thank you princess for the favor." Two or three years passed, and suddenly it was summer again. In summer, the sound of cicadas is endless, and their path ahead will be filled with sunshine. "... Mianmian." "Then you... Like Mianmian?" "Yes." "I like it very much, Wen Yumian." "Qi Juan." "I like you too." Qi Juan never plays by the rules, and he - he doesn't need to rely on marriage at all. "I like you so much, what should I do?" Although the plan can't keep up with the changes, the plan itself exists for her, and even if there are changes, it will still not be canceled. "Xiao Juan'er, Xiaoyu has invited you back!" [I want to go to a place with you and tell the stars what I haven't said yet. ] For him, it doesn't matter where he goes, what matters is who is around him. Her attention was captured by the sight before her. As far as the eye can see, there is an endless sea of pink and white roses. The evening breeze blows, the petals are swaying, and even the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers. Not far away, a long starry sky flower corridor extends along the flower field. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the string lights in the corridor, shining with tiny light, as if all the stars in the sky have been picked and hung on it. "Miss Wen, Mr. Qi, welcome to your Starry Flower Field." Qi Juan stretched out his hand towards her, with his palm upwards, his voice was clear and magnetic, and the tail tone rose slightly, wrapped in inextricable tenderness. "Come with me?" Wen Yumian looked at him, the surprise in her eyes had not faded away, her fingertips had already touched his palm lightly, and after feeling the warmth, she subconsciously put her hand on it. As soon as we reached the depths of the flower field, a rain of roses suddenly appeared in the sky. Pink petals fell from the sky. Wen Yumian subconsciously raised his head. His eyes were filled with joy, and even the corners of his eyes curved into crescents. A few petals fell gently on her hair, like a natural decoration on her hair, which was so gentle that it made people's hearts tremble. She looked at Qi Juan, and the vague premonition in her heart gradually became clear, and a sweetness slowly melted into her chest. "Mianmian, I've been preparing for a long time." He let go of her hand, but didn't let her go away. His palms turned to rest on her waist, and with cautious strength, he gently brought her half an inch in front of him. "When I first met you, I didn't expect to have so many stories with you." "But after living with you, I gradually found that I am very different from before. I will subconsciously pay attention to you, care about you, pay attention to your habits, and want to care about you." "I often wonder how someone can be so cute even when they are in a daze." "After I understood why I became like this, I was thinking..." "I want to turn all the stars and roses into a scenery that belongs only to you." "The person I want to see when I wake up every day is you, and I want to give you my tenderness for the rest of my life." The rose petals in the sky were still falling, and one piece just fell on the back of their intertwined hands. Qi Juan's fingertips immediately covered it, and together with the petals, he gently squeezed her hand. "Wen Yumian." He looked into her eyes, word by word, there was a heavy solemnity hidden in the gentleness. "I'm not attracted to you on a whim, I want to be with you for a long time." "Although we have confirmed our relationship, I haven't seriously asked you yet -" "Are you willing... To be my girlfriend?" As soon as he finished speaking, the darkened sky suddenly brightened. It's not the dazzling white light of lightning, but tiny and warm light spots, like crushed stars emerging from behind the clouds. There were only three or five at first, but in the blink of an eye they became the tributaries of the Milky Way. An exclamation came from not far away. Wen Yumian subconsciously raised his head and his heart skipped a beat. Hundreds of silver-gray drones floated in the dusk, their fuselages shone with a faint light, and the lavender trails trailed by their tails were like crumbled purple yarn, quickly weaving shapes in the night sky. In just ten seconds, a huge fish was weaved. It is wide enough to cover half a building, its pectoral fins seem to be trembling gently in the evening breeze, and its tail fins are swaying in a soft arc. Even the lines of the fish scales are clearly outlined with light golden light spots, as if it is about to sway its tail into the clouds in the next second. What's even better is that there are a few small light spots in front of the fish's mouth, like slowly floating bubbles, hanging on the dark blue sky. The "fish" swam slowly along the sky, leaving light traces where its tail fin swept. Behind it, more drones were gathering, one light spot after another, slowly spelling out clear words. [Be My Girlfriend] Five big characters are emblazoned on the back of the fish's tail, stretching along with the "school of fish" in the night sky, so gentle and hot. "Wen Xiaoyu." "Did you see that? Everyone in the capital knows tonight -" "I like you." Yes, in her impression, Qi Juan was not someone who would express his feelings in public. But when he was young, he would carefully prepare a surprise confession for the girl he loved. He turned his full joy into starlight for her, allowing the whole city to witness his feelings. Qi Juan, it turns out you like me so much. There was a little sparkle at the end of her eyes, but she nodded with a smile, her voice a little choked. "Boyfriend, please take good care of me for the rest of my life." "Then let's make tonight more unforgettable." Before Wen Yumian could ask a question, he saw him snap his fingers. The moment the fingers fell into the evening breeze with a crisp snap, the first cluster of golden red flames suddenly pierced the ink-colored sky. It was like a ignited star cluster, exploding in the sky, and thousands of flaming golden arrows flew in all directions. There was an amber light trail trailing at the end. Before the light trail faded in the night, the indigo and soft pink fireworks burst out from the clouds again, spreading layer by layer high into the sky. The last cluster of fireworks took off extremely slowly. It hung at a very high place for a moment, and suddenly turned into warm yellow light spots all over the sky, falling slowly like a gentle rain of light. The two embraced each other here, and the years passed quietly. Qi Juan suddenly thought of the afternoon when she returned to her old house for the first time, which was also the day when he realized that his heart was moved. The next moment, Qi Juan froze completely. At the end of the flower field path, Wen Yumian was walking slowly towards him. She changed into a silver tassel short dress, the skirt reached above her knees. When she walked, the tassels swayed gently with her footsteps, reflecting tiny pieces of light, like broken stars sewn onto the fabric. The lines of his shoulders and neck were clean and neat, and he held a white microphone in his hand. The singing voice floated out from there, and the clear tune circled in the wind and fell just right in his ears. The light fell on the tips of her hair and the tassels of her dress, and even the smile in her eyes was covered with a layer of soft light. It makes this place feel like it has been rubbed into a romantic dream. Qi Juan forgot to react. He had seen Wen Yumian jumping for joy, acting coquettishly, teasing him slyly, but he had never seen her like this. A little nervous, but extremely serious. "I seem to have fallen into the sea of love." "Come, sing a love song for you." "I would like to use the best metaphors for you." "The memories hidden in my mind." "Let me fall into the sea of love." "But I am very glad that confession is not only available to girls. I hope you can also understand my mood just now." "Although it is not as grand and brilliant as you prepared, but I want to say-" "Tonight is beautiful, and the wind is gentle." "I want to tell you the starry sky, the chirping of cicadas and the evening breeze on a midsummer night, along with my feelings." "Summer will come back every year, but I hope that you will be by my side every summer." "Qi Juan -" "I have liked you for a long time." He looked at the girl in front of him who was covered in light, and looked at the seriousness in her eyes, and suddenly smiled. This smile was not as careless as usual, but a sincere and warm smile from the heart. No one had ever seen him show such an expression. Neither did Wen Yumian. "The song is beautiful." "The people are also beautiful." "I can't help it." "Mianmian, I miss you so much." She should be like this, like a flower facing the light, passionate and proud, living a life of flamboyance. Because she knew that Qi Juan would do anything for Wen Yumian. "It's okay, I'm here." "Isn't it just kneeling down? Compared to you, this is nothing." "Xiaoyu... It doesn't hurt..." Su Manxi stood aside and looked at the expanding blood stain on Qi Juan's chest. Seeing Wen Yumian collapse, her nails dug into her palms, and she was shaking with pain, but it was far less than the guilt and anger in her heart. He wanted to stand up, but the severe pain in his chest made him fall down again and again. His forehead hit the concrete floor, and the blood mixed with sweat dripped down. "Xiaoyu..." "I beg you... Don't hurt her..." "I will agree to whatever you want..." The young man lowered his head and lost his love forever. Those losses, regrets, and pains will be like a deep scar, engraved on everyone's heart, which will never heal for a lifetime. Dead trees will be reunited with spring, but some people will not be reunited. Sheng Nian quickly stretched out her hand to hold his shoulder, not too lightly but not too hard, and her tone was full of disapproval, "Xiaoyu is fine, it's just that... She just doesn't want to wake up." "I want to save those who have lost hope in life, and I want them to all yearn for this beautiful world." "What a great ambition." The next second, her voice deepened, with a hint of unnoticeable sadness. "So, Xiaoyu, it's time for you to wake up." It turns out that the person in the dream is someone you will never see again when you wake up. Qi Juan didn't blame her, he knew she didn't mean it. She's just sick. If Wen Yumian really forgets everyone, the most painful one must be Qi Juan who holds her at the top of his heart. But thinking about it on the other hand, if he didn't do this, Wen Yumian would have to live in pain, and he might even die at any time. This is like a dead end, no matter what choice you make, you will have regrets. The beginning of the story - Bihai team will never be separated! The end of the story - who are you? People are different, today is not yesterday. So that's it. It turned out that they had known each other for a long time. No wonder Qi Juan suddenly proposed to marry her. Now I understand that he waited for her for four years before he dared to really appear in front of her. Use a marriage in the eyes of the world to quietly bring her back to him. No wonder when I bumped into them in my previous life, those people always looked at me with complicated and difficult-to-distinguish eyes. It turned out that they had been close friends for a long time, but later on, they could never return to the carefree appearance they had before. And Ke Hebai. In the past, I never understood why he kept stopping to look at her, with the sadness hidden in his eyes that couldn't be resolved. It turned out that he was never looking at her, but looking at another person, Manman, through her face. Because she can live because Manman gave her own life in exchange for it. And Su Manxi, that person far abroad, turned out to be a lie made up by them. It's just that she is afraid that she will remember everything and fall into endless regret again, and she will never recover. Xuanxuan, on the other hand, has been secretly studying for her, even going to a foreign land alone, just to make technology that will allow her to never touch that painful past for the rest of her life. It turned out that she had caused them so much trouble. But they never gave up on her from beginning to end. How could she be able to meet such a group of sincere and enthusiastic friends, and such a lover who loves her wholeheartedly? Only Qi Juan stood in the corner, his face suddenly darkened, and he instantly lost his usual composure. He subconsciously clenched his hands, his knuckles turned blue and white, his dark eyes were bottomless, his thin lips pressed into a tight straight line, and emotions surged in his eyes. She remembered. How so. It was enough for him to bear that painful memory alone. "Xiaoyu, I'm here." "Can you please stop crying?" "No matter what happens, we are all here to accompany you." In fact, she was very sorry for Qi Juan. It was obviously not his fault from beginning to end, but he tried his best to protect her, but what he got in return was stabbing her with cold words again and again. It was obvious that he was also suffering, but he still pretended to be fine and comforted her gently. It wasn't that she didn't understand, it was just that she couldn't control her emotions at that time. Later, she was hypnotized and forgot everyone. The saddest person must be him, right? Even when he got married later, he never went beyond the rules. Ask her first about everything big or small, and be cautious even in the most intimate moments. She has been on the top of her heart for a long time, and she is familiar to her bones, but she still has to force herself to pretend to be distant and suppress all her cares. He never blamed her. In his heart, if he hadn't taken good care of himself, Wen Yumian would never have gone through this. She figured it out. It doesn't matter which period Qi Juan is now. The important thing is that no matter in the past or now, he loves her with all his strength. Isn't it? She left because of a car accident. What about him? Why was he reborn? Qi Juan looked at the worry in her eyes and smiled carelessly, his voice soft. "Don't think too much." "I lived a good life after you left." "It's just that life without you is really hard." He paused and said softly, "I can only work hard and numb myself with busyness so that I don't have time to think about you." He raised his eyes to look at her, with a bit of joy in his eyes, "Maybe God feels sorry for me and gave me a chance to come back to you." "Then you... Are sick, right?" Qi Juan laughed softly. "Yes." Wen Yumian moved closer to him, her shoulder almost touching his arm, and pursed her lips: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" "No need, you just need to be responsible for being carefree." "I'm responsible for keeping you carefree." "Besides, we are the Bihai team!" "Never separate!" The small room was filled with the carefree laughter of the teenagers. Don't talk about how passionate youth is, say it is - it is because of them in youth that the passionate light is born. After this disaster. In the future, their lives will be bright and full of light. Life is not about arriving at a certain station at a certain time. Just like this journey, the important thing is not how many places I have been to, but the real feeling of every gust of wind, every ray of light, and the warmth of the people around me. "I love you." "It's a meteor shower! It's really a meteor shower!" "Hurry up and make a wish!" - I hope the people around me will always be there. When he opened his eyes again, he met Qi Juan's eyes. There was a lingering glimmer in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips, as if he had seen through her wish. Meteors were still streaking across the night sky from time to time, and some people couldn't help but shout out their wishes. "I hope that our group will never be separated!" After the words fell, others also echoed, and the shouts dispersed in the night, but they were not noisy at all, but full of pure enthusiasm. "I was the one who started bickering, and I was the one who antagonized you." "I am the one who is most unhappy with you." "I never thought we would become good friends -" "I am the one who loves you now, and I am the one who supports you." "It's me even if I'm disgusting." "How lucky I am to have a friend like you -" "Time steals and meets, and misses you around the corner." "Four seasons fly by like a roller coaster." "Those who are silly, profound, and exclusive to us -" "If you don't have too many friends in this life -" "Is the next life enough-" "I also want a friend like you-" The voices of the seven people obviously had different timbres, but together they were unusually harmonious. "Everyone, look at the camera!" Wen Yumian stood at the front holding a mobile phone with a bright smile. Hou Yixuan and Su Manxi stood a little behind her, and they made a heart-to-heart comparison. Their hair was blown slightly by the breeze, and the corners of their lips curled up into a smile. Sheng Nian put his arms around Qi Juan's shoulders and made a scissor hand gesture, smiling brightly. Qi Juan raised his eyelids slightly and looked forward, with the ends of his eyes raised and a casual smile. Ke Hebai folded his arms, raised his chin slightly, and raised his eyebrows wildly. Lin Yunzhou stood beside him, his eyes slightly bent, and his smile clear. "Yeah!" As long as you are surrounded by this group of people, no matter how far you go, youth will always be warm and fresh. The story ends with their faces appearing simultaneously in a photo. There is no end for teenagers, they are always high-spirited. The future has no definition, they are always hot and sincere.
Every book is very beautiful, very very beautiful. I highly recommend the first book "Sour and Wet Kiss", the heroine Pu Yu × the hero Yuan Su, gentle and tenacious × decadent and world-weary, small town literature, sour and slow, 1v1, a bit sadistic, but the ending is happy.
The female protagonist treated the male protagonist very badly and hurt him in her previous life, but the male protagonist loved the female protagonist very much and allowed the female protagonist to bully her. The heroine comes back from rebirth and begins to dote on the hero, a sweet campus story, from school uniforms to wedding dresses!
It all sounds good. P1 is so sweet! The male protagonist has an IQ and a mouth, so there are no such inexplicable misunderstandings! P2 The male protagonist and the female protagonist are both strong, and they are very good at studying. P3 The female protagonist straightens the ball, and the male protagonist feels like he is a self-defense. P4 The female protagonist has a crush on the male protagonist. P5 Is it okay?
I don't allow campus literature to be written without them. I can't buy it, I can't be fooled, I can't buy it, I can't suffer a loss. I will definitely beat everyone.
In this book, the heroine is a girl he has liked for many years. She is very sweet and flirty, and the male and female protagonists are unmistakable and both have their mouths [laughing]
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55.3kReads9.5Score10.2kShelves
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Coming to the Heart
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70.5kReads9.6Score9.5kShelves
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Evil Spirit
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It's Hard to Stop Talking
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Orange Coffee
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Waiting for a Midsummer
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Come Here and Give Me a Kiss
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Kiss You Passionately with the Wind
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I Cried in a Unique Way, and the School Boss Was Shocked
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Pretending to Be a Top Student
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The Waves Trust the Whiteness of the Clouds
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In Love in This Midsummer
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When the Clouds Are Deep and Clear
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Sour Wet Kiss
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Surrender to the Rose
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If I Were a Dodder Flower
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Sweetheart, Don't Let Me Go, Okay?
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How Sweet Is It?
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Only
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Don't Even Think About Talking to Me
24.8kReads9.4Score5.2kShelves
Stealing a Kiss Is Difficult to Coax
77.7kReads8.9Score12.2kShelves
I Want to Make Love with You in Winter
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He Is the Most Flirtatious
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Give Him the Light
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San Style Secret Love Rules
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Kill That Spring Night
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Running Around the Sea of People Towards You
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