Among the many layers between holding hands and getting married, that's probably what this article is about.
Xie Yan looked back at the familiar yet unfamiliar building in front of him. It was tall and simple, and it seemed that it had not aged after more than twenty years.
He stood there, blushing and refusing to cry, with his two big eyes open and staring at himself.
Pulling him into the car, his legs hit the door. He didn't scream, just frowned.
He is quiet and doesn't like to talk. Every time I see him, I want to bully him.
But she didn't just bully him, she also wanted to give him food, food, and things to play with.
I don't remember when I started, but I especially like to hug him from behind suddenly and watch him blush.
When I went to study abroad, half of the ten thousand reluctances were that I didn't want to be separated from him for such a long time.
The more distant he is from himself, the closer he wants to be.
When others bully him, he can actually fight them to pieces.
He moved to live with others and felt that his whole heart was empty.
The first time I undressed him, my heart beat so fast that I almost suffocated. His thin upper lip was the most sensual thing to bite.
He left, thinking that he would never see him again. For two years, all the tears were dried...