"Name?"
"Feng Yan."
"My name is true. My name is Shen Qian. You should know me."
"Yes, I know you."
Feng Yan's cold reaction aroused his curiosity, "Did you recognize me from the beginning?"
She nodded.
"Then what do you think of me?" He pointed at himself.
Feng Yan smiled when he heard this and couldn't help pinching his earlobes, "You are not as miserable as the recent news said."
Shen Qian just smiled proudly twice, but was interrupted before he finished laughing: "But there is a strong smell of coquettishness from head to toe, Hua, Hua, Gong, Zi."
However, Shen Qian laughed too loudly.
This is a short story published in the 9A Gold Edition of the magazine "Micro Romance". This is the first draft.
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