For Xu Zijing, who gives gifts on New Year's, holidays, and birthdays, knows only Tang poetry, Song ci, and Yuan qu, and still hasn't even held hands with someone after a week of dating, romance is nothing but a passing cloud. Getting together with a guy is what really matters.
I'm finally writing again after being away for quite a while. I couldn't unlock the chapters I'd locked before, so Chapter Nine is actually Chapter One, hehe. I'll do my best!
I'm a newbie, and my writing is at elementary-school level. If it's bad, go ahead and roast me. How else am I supposed to improve if you don't? I'm writing this purely for my own amusement. Anyway, if there's anything wrong with it, I hope you'll be understanding. (づ￣ ?￣)づ
