"If you knew from the beginning that it was all fake, you would send me flowers all over the world, and no one would sign for them."
Shen Zhuoer saved someone in the early summer morning. The shivering Mei Yu was like a weak rabbit in a concrete wall. He was tired, and the white rabbit took advantage of it.
Mei Yu said, why are you so cute so naturally?
Shenzhuoer touched the muscles on his arms, looked at the washboard-like abdominal muscles, and tilted his head as black as charcoal-roasted thighs.
Mei Yu said, I am obsessed with you. How can you be responsible?
Shenzhuoer pursed her lips and said I want to cover your eyes. Your eyes and mouth are so good at coaxing people.
Mei Yu said, you have no family, and neither do I. Do you want to be my family?
Shenzhuoer was stunned, as if he had grasped the last thread connecting others in the world, holding it in his hand, even if it hurt so much that he had to grit his teeth all the time.
The fireworks were beautiful, and the love words were like dancing butterflies with blades. Shenzhuoer couldn't bear to break them, so he learned to be cautious and put away his fists and feet.
He couldn't help but fall in love with Mei Yu, that considerate, gentle, mature, decent, understanding and fascinating person who once gave him the color of the whole world.
What a pity, Mei Yu is a complete liar. He is like a beauty mark. Although it hurts, it can only be touched.
Gentle scum, the love-talking liar (Mei Yu) vs. Growth against the wind, forbearance, stubbornness and acceptance (Shen Zhuoer)
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Intention: Love is not deception