The Sunday after watching a movie again, Zhao Jiayi took out the watermelon cream lozenges in his jeans pocket and took out another bottle.
Zhao Jiayi shook the bottle at him, smiled and read the words on it and asked, "Bujiale? What is this for?"
He can't take it back. He looked at her hand, at the bottle, at his secret being held in another person's hands.
Everything is sinking to the bottom.
He heard himself say, "Medicine." The sugar tablets in the small bottle melted his voice, making it thick and unclear.
"What are you doing? It's mysterious." Zhao Jiayi was still laughing, "Just wear long sleeves in summer, and you don't tell me the medicine. Do I look so untrustworthy?"
Intention: Be myself and meet you
