That man was so beautiful that people had the urge to die for him like a moth flying toward the light. Despite this, he often lowered his head shyly, revealing a small section of his white neck, and expressed his love in a voice as loud as a mosquito.
When we first met, he was watering the plants next to a house surrounded by purple morning glories, with only the side of his face showing. The tall and handsome man did not feel oppressive. Under the soft and dizzying light, his dark eyes and slender neck made people unable to take their eyes away. "Just like a swan." Qin Xiaochen couldn't help but think.
When they met for the second time, Qin Xiaochen stepped on the morning glory into the mud without any scruples. The rain fell on the ground and there was a pattering sound on the eaves. The man whose pen name was "Yuanye" was soaked by the rain like this, with wet black hair sticking to his face, and he panicked and defended and apologized in front of him. "I'm sorry..." Yuanye's voice trembled. Qin Xiaochen never thought that a person could be so scared.
"I just want to know why you want to write me in." He tried to calm Yuan Ye, but he was also irritated in his heart. "It's better to say that I want to know if you like me."
The man suddenly looked up at him with clean and fragile eyes.