Do you believe in past and present lives?
Xia Lu smiled, took a sip of the tea in the cup, and said slowly: I only believe in myself.
Said the past life was too far away.
Said this life is still very long.
He just wants to be with the person in front of him, every day, every minute, every second.
So, when we met again, he said: I thought I would meet you today.
She was confused and confused.
He looked into her clear eyes: Little mosquito, I dreamed of you last night. I really saw you today.
When Xia Lu was a child, she thought that she would always take a look at her deskmate before entering the toilet. Is she interested in him?
She always carefully hides the leftover apple cores in his schoolbag. Is she interested in him?
A long, long time later, Xia Lu realized that the reason why she looked at him was because he was once recognized as a pervert and a pervert for breaking into the women's restroom. It was really a misunderstanding. He was just curious about the color of their underwear.
The reason why she wanted to put the leftover apple cores in his schoolbag was because there was always mud in his schoolbag that he accidentally left when he rolled around. She hoped that an apple tree would grow from his schoolbag.