West Lake. Night. A little tipsy.
Soft electric guitar, a gentle breeze, and a handsome waiter beneath the dim yellow lights, singing... The feeling of being just a little drunk.
Time stands still, and the air is filled with the scent of love. I just watch you, my gaze hazy and unfocused.
It's been a long time since I've felt this simple. The night is still young. The Irish coffee in my hand tastes of tears fermented in a story, and I choke on it before I know it.
It feels as if an image is drawing near, refracted in the moonlight filtering through the treetops. A faintly tart scent like lemonade, and in our world, your smile sways, intoxicating me bit by bit.
When the music ends and the crowd disperses, no trace remains. Those fleeting memories will still be here tomorrow.
West Lake. Night. A little tipsy.
I'm digging eagerly into a new story~~ Hope to see you all there!
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Oh, what an aftertaste. . In fact, you can write a special article
I am a first-class smoke, and you are a ball of fire. . . What song is it? I don't think it quite matches the number
In fact, this kind of story should be lighter and shorter. Leave room for readers' imagination Well, it's quite nice to have such a seasoning in life occasionally.
Yo yo! Hurry and be brave and chase! Girl!
This feeling is very good, the water flows slowly, is ordinary, and is a small life worth savoring.
Ah? So fast~ It's indeed a short story
Women with similar temperaments have the highest chance of liking the same person! Haha, this is how birds of a feather flock together~
The name mentioned inexplicably hit the point of laughter~haha~~ Such a little nymphomaniac's happiness has been intoxicated all day today~~hehehe
I feel like I have never been in a situation where I might fall in love with the same person. Thinking about it carefully, even a female companion with whom we are familiar and have a tacit understanding has never felt like this before. But if you like the same person, it's okay. If you fall in love with the same person, I'm afraid you will suffer.
That was a tragic ending, and it was written so beautifully before. To be honest, when the so-called fairy tale-like and romantic novel-like plots appear in real life, I actually break into a cold sweat when I think about it.