I stood up from the creek and let my body be exposed to his eyes without any reservation. Because, I know, at this point, what do we still care about?
Stepping out of the water, I leaned over and took out a pink envelope from the clothes that could no longer be called clothes. I walked up to him in a few steps, handed it to him, and looked directly at myself in his pupils.
"I like you. This is the love letter I originally wanted to give you in this summer camp. But it seems that it is no longer necessary." Knocked the envelope out of his hand, "I like you, so I don't want to kill you." I paused and continued, "But I don't want to die like this, so... Please hug me!"
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Don't read this and think it's not a CJ article. I'm actually pretty good at it. Of course, the copy has been written up to this point, and it's still a bit "Qingshui Brand H". . . . . . Sweat...= =B