Teacher, I love you (Yan Xiaoyan)
"Teacher, I love you." Yan Yanyan took the risk and opened her hands to stop the legendary teacher Ling Xiao. She was the only one in the class who failed the class. In order to testify for her degree, Yan Yan solemnly and solemnly decided to give up face.
Ling Xiao braked suddenly and leaned against the car door with his hands folded across his chest, "Well, let's date."
Yan Yanyan was messy in the wind, "Well, can you change the course I failed in?" She clasped her hands together and bowed to Ling Xiao in a standard ninety-degree bow.
"Get in the car," Ling Xiao smiled lightly after Yan Yanyan got in the car. "That won't work, I can't be selfish." He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Then, let's break up." Yan Yanyan was full of hope. "Teacher, look, you are so handsome, so stylish, and so talented. I can't ruin you."
"I don't dislike you as a teacher." Ling Xiao smiled lightly. "Flowers always have to be inserted into cow dung. I think your lump is quite good." He pinched Yan Yanyan's round, baby-fat face. "It's soft and nutritious."
Yan Yanyan's face fell, "Yu, this is losing my wife and losing my troops. Please take me away."
I once looked up to the sky and asked the sky what love was. The sky said that love is long-lasting patience and a gift. I have been patient but you still don't love me, so I can only leave.
I once walked through the dark night and asked the dark night what love is. The dark night said that love is a period of waiting, waiting for you and him to understand.
When my long hair gets entangled in the third button of your school uniform, does it mean that there will be such an entanglement between us?