Real and plain white text. Love accumulated bit by bit.
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She was confused as to why a grown man loved to wear perfume so much, and most importantly, he always followed her around as if she were a perfume jar.
One day, she finally couldn't stand it anymore:
"Atobe Keigo, you grown man, can you stop wearing perfume?"
He didn't take it seriously. He glanced at her who was about to burst into flames next to her. He raised the corners of his mouth lazily, stretched out his arm to pick up the perfume on the dressing table and lightly sprayed it into the air in front of him, walking leisurely through the mist:
"My aesthetics will shine brightly every day even if the world changes!"
Speechless...
Well, she completely succumbed to his uncle's aesthetics...
Later
She would always sniff subconsciously when she walked into her room, and would frown if she didn't smell the familiar smell. She would subconsciously reach out to pick up the perfume on the dressing table and lightly spray the air in front of her. It wasn't until the fragrance reached her nose that she would show a relieved smile.
Later later
The night is dark.
She reached out, took out the perfume and sprayed it on her head a few times. Slowly, his scent filled the darkness, wrapping her gently. Only at this moment did she feel that he was still beside her - right next to her, and he could take her completely into his arms as soon as she turned over.
He is no longer here.
She suddenly wanted to hit someone.
But she wanted to cry more.
Damn, she thought she was really poisoned. The moment he gently pressed the perfume nozzle——
Perfume is poisonous.
Completed the short story "The Military Advisor: The Time of Childhood Sweethearts"
Don't let up! Poke it!
Many little angels complained that it was bad... QAQ. The end of the 2020 revision, I hope it is not a mess, I wish everyone a happy eating!
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