01
Meng Sui is very broken now.
Three minutes ago, she was secretly happy because she lent Song Zhaoye's book to Crush.
Three minutes later, she discovered that the yellow notebook on the table was missing. It seemed to be caught in the book she lent to Song Zhaoye.
Help, what's written in there is all pornographic waste based on her and Song Zhaoye that will be blocked on the website and cannot be put on the table!
Meng Sui was at a loss as he held his cell phone.
But based on her relationship with Song Zhaoye, she felt that Song Zhaoye was not the kind of person who would casually look through other people's things.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally typed out a few words to test:
[Did you see a yellow notebook?
[Saw it.
[The writing is good.
In the past, Meng Sui would be so excited that he couldn't sleep when he received news from him, but now he just wanted to hit him to death.
She couldn't face it for a while, so she simply sent Song Zhaoye to the blacklist.
02
After blacklisting Song Zhaoye, Meng Sui lost his mind.
This man was so damn charming, and she really didn't want to give up.
But when something like this happened, she didn't know what to do, so she could only seek help from netizens online.
Perhaps because this incident was too bizarre, the post gained a lot of popularity.
But the unanimous response was "Hahahaha", and the winner even called her "The Emperor of Desire".
That's nonsense, I'm obviously a pure little girl, okay?
Meng Sui sighed, but kept scrolling through the comments, trying to find a useful one among the pile of gloating comments.
A familiar ID and a familiar avatar came into view.
[Get him off the blacklist first.
She remembered that she clearly didn't mention this in her post. How did this person know?
Moreover, why is this avatar and ID exactly the same as her crush?
03
Then one night, the room was dark, with only a little light provided by the night light on the bedside.
Meng Sui panted, her face turned red when she heard the man next to her read out the words she had written word for word.
She covered Song Zhaoye's mouth and begged, "Don't read it anymore."
Unexpectedly, Song Zhaoye chuckled and whispered in her ear: "Baby, how dare you write but not listen?"
Intention: Look forward, there is light ahead
