I admit I'm not a pretty girl. Look, I have small eyes, a flat nose, and ears that stick out... And the worst thing of all, something I just can't accept: I was born with a cleft lip. My mom told me God had kissed my lips, which was why they were different from everyone else's. Give me a break! She only said that because we couldn't afford surgery...
Mr. Z is a very special person. He actually said I was pretty... Well, I know he was lying...
Mr. Z is the model of academic excellence and good character in everyone's eyes. But I know he's actually devious and cunning... just very adorably so...
That summer after senior year, Mr. Z asked me in a gentle voice, "Dong Xiaotu, do you like me?"
Like him? Not like him? Hmm... I need to give that some serious thought...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh they are so unreserved, so cute, so cute, so cute
The article is very lovely, I really like the male protagonist