Cheng Jiayun never thought that one day he could be the same tablemate as Xie Wen.
I thought that just being able to look at her would be enough to support me to face every day.
But she didn't expect that one day, when she was standing on the sixth floor, this man would hug her tightly from behind.
Her arms were warm and trembling. Was she afraid?
Probably a redemption cookie.
Hurry up, hurry up. Let my youth pass quickly.
Intention: Try to grow up, little sheep