(The author has written another chicken-eating novel "I like you so much, did you know?" Please click on the column to support!)
In the summer when she was sixteen, Yang Xiatong met Wen Yichen.
He sat on the floor, lowered his head and played the game seriously, with a faint fluorescent light on his face. The starry sky above his head surrounded him, and there was a lot of noise around him, but he turned a deaf ear to it, isolated and independent.
That year, he was fourteen years old.
She wanted to know him.
Start with, hello...
Small theater:
17-year-old Yang Xiatong asked 15-year-old Wen Yichen what she wanted for her birthday. Wen Yichen said: I just want you to be my girlfriend.
18-Year-old Yang Xiatong asked 16-year-old Wen Yichen what birthday gift she wanted. Wen Yichen said: Be my girlfriend! Okay?
19-Year-old Yang Xiatong asked 17-year-old Wen Yichen what he wanted for his birthday. Wen Yichen said: I just need a girlfriend, so prepare it.
20-Year-old Yang Xiatong asked 18-year-old Wen Yichen what he wanted for his birthday. Wen Yichen said: I want you.
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I've opened a chicken-eating novel!
The column is there!
"I like you so much, do you know"
The little-known anchor Xia Tian changed dramatically after he crashed into a fixed convoy.
It's popular, it's popular, someone calls her husband, but she's a woman!
I have money and want to resign, but my boss is actually a comrade?
Xia Tian shivered and hugged her shaky vest...
Finally, when she mustered up the courage to step into the pumpkin carriage of her destiny...
Shen Yufan: "I like you so much, what about you? Do you like me?"
Xia Tianxinos: Before I answer this question, can you get off me first?
Conception:
Hey, come on, come on! ! ! Renew! !