When they met again three years later, Ruan Yu never expected that Wu Jinyan would change like this.
>The senior Bingshan who used to write love letters in the legal format is now blocking the corridor of her house and asking hoarsely: "Ruan Ruan, it's my fault... Can you pay it back in installments? The interest is up to you."
>She gritted her teeth: "I sentence you to life imprisonment!"
>But he chuckled and leaned closer: "Okay, then during the prison visit time every day, can I kiss you from good morning to good night?"
When Wu Jinyan first stepped into the corner of the studio decorated by Ruan Yu, there were withered sunflowers stuck in the eyes of the plaster statue.
>In the middle of the night, he sent an article 4.2 Of the "Supplementary Agreement for Living Together" that had been revised 37 times: "Party B has the right to record Party A when she talks in her sleep, but Party B must provide soft-boiled omelettes for breakfast the next day as compensation."
> Ruan Yu stared at the screen and laughed out loud. Outside the window was the sensor nightlight he had just installed to prevent her from kicking the quilt. The warm light was like a small tame star cluster.
Intention: Not reserved and irrational