I was a person who didn't understand love until I met him. He is a top student and a senior in my university. Because of him, my love began. He is a very arrogant person. His classmates say that he is cold and venomous. When you come into contact with him, you find that he is domineering, stingy and childish. When he was jealous, he would be like this: "Hey, I don't allow you to have contact with him. You are my woman. Do you hear me?" "I only treat him as a friend. Don't think too much about it. Also, are you jealous?" He blushed and yelled at me, "I'm not. I just feel unhappy with him. Tell me, do you listen to me?" I had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay. I know, I think you are just jealous..." Before I could say anything, my red lips were blocked.
When he was arrogant in front of his love rival, he would be like this: "I want to eat potatoes, you pick them for me." I glanced at him who looked unhappy, silently picked up a chopstick of potatoes and put them in his bowl to prevent him from suffering more at night. "I was too tired last night, I want you to feed me." I endured the glances from the people next to me and gave in again. I felt a gaze falling on me, with loneliness and unwillingness in it. I sighed in my heart and felt that the mood of the people around me had obviously improved. I felt that although I hurt him, there is no first come first served in love, right?
This is my first time writing. Please forgive me for any shortcomings. Thank you.