I heard people say that the flower language of apples is temptation and trap, and here is a story that takes place under the apple tree.
Fifteen years ago, under the blossoming apple tree, eighteen-year-old Luo Xiaohui hugged his "little apple" tightly. This was what he had been looking forward to for a long time, to smell her body fragrance and touch her tenderness. He reached out his hand and stroked her hair gently; he lowered his head and slowly felt it with his lips, the fresh fragrance was refreshing. The forehead, the eyes, the tip of the nose, and finally the little pink dot that gave him heart palpitations.
That moment has never left Xiaoli's mind. In order to find the love that was lost under the apple tree fifteen years ago, this "little apple" set foot on this land full of temptation.
Now she is a doctoral candidate in biology, studying and working at a state medical school in the southern United States. In the laboratory where she works, the boss is eccentric and rigid, and her colleagues come from seven or eight different countries, with all kinds of people.
She worked hard, expected, and waited.
Ah! It's apple blossom season again. . . . . . .