An ordinary drama about an encounter due to a misunderstanding was turned out to be an idol drama-like encounter in Zhou Xianxian's imagination, but the word "butt" coming from the handsome guy's mouth was also very inconsistent. Forget it, seeing as how charming he was even when he was croaking, and because those dimples were so intoxicating even on such a hard day as the beginning of school, Zhou Xianxian decided to magnanimously classify him as one of her male idols. But the male god is for viewing from a distance, so why do I feel like I have desecrated this white lotus. Until the moment she put on her wedding dress, Xianxian didn't understand how she managed to get her male idol under the covers, and she felt like she had been deceived even though she was clearly making money.
Chen Kun looked at the girl who was still some distance away from him. She was wearing a white T-shirt and simple jeans, which looked particularly cool in this irritable summer. She had a good figure. She was not a voyeur, but the shaky pink hair on her butt pocket was too conspicuous. Forget it, since I've been staring at him for so long, I'll just remind him. It was just this delicate little face coupled with a silly expression that was about to drool, which really shocked him. I thought it was just a chance encounter, but unexpectedly, coincidences followed one after another, and the heartbeat when we first met seemed to be even stronger. In this case, let's dig a hole to guard this little confusion.