Bamboo horses and bamboo horses grew up together. One had wishful thinking and became a demon and became an idiot, while the other was heartless and peaceful.
Qu Jingnian didn't dare to pierce the piece of paper. Desire was like waves roaring in his body. It was never suppressed, but was embedded in the other person's life in a different way.
He doesn't mind living like this for a long time.
Liang Jing was burdened with a huge burden, his best friend Qu Jingnian, who spared no effort to control him when he was growing up. He was not allowed to skip classes, smoke, or engage in promiscuity. When Liang Jing realized that this kind of control was not normal, he was already twenty-six years old. Even his own father and brother ignored him.
He was used to it, and so was Qu Jingnian.
Love is like a trapped animal, imprisoned in a friend's cage.
It tastes sour, the emotional line is slow, and the business war may be a bit brain-burning.
Intention: Love is the greatest