The White Camellia Laughs, and the Little Fish Likes to Spit Bubbles

Zhang Mo looked up at the source of the screams on the pirate ship and asked softly: "Have you ever kissed your ex-girlfriend?" Wang Zhi's hand shook and he almost spilled the drink he had just opened. "What did you say?" His heart trembled, "You know the one in junior high school, but I only hugged the one in high school." Zhang Mo didn't know whether she was satisfied or dissatisfied with the answer. It was difficult to read her emotions from her expression. She just nodded, "Did you really only hug the one in high school?" Zhang Mo said in a questioning tone. "Really, why are you lying to me?" Wang Zhi said firmly as if he wanted to join the party. Zhang Mo muttered in a low voice: "Then I'm not at a disadvantage." Wang Zhi didn't hear clearly, "What?" "It's okay." Zhang Mo said after a while: "We said we wanted to hug each other, but we haven't hugged each other yet." … That winter there was a first acquaintance test, and every winter since then the two of them have been occupied by each other. Purpose: To the friends who turned my youthful life into a group drama. To the muse of this journal, thank you for leaving me with memories that allow me to look back and fall in love with you all over again.