"I have never regarded you as a simple Fyodor, nor have I ever thought that it would be better if you were a simple Fyodor." If you like someone only for a certain point in him, or with the assumption of shrinking, it is far from enough to support such a wonderful and gorgeous emotion.
Yun Xun Xizeli has never been a good person. "Strive for peace and give up for peace. My position is to fight for peace."
The lost memory, Dingyu Muyan's situation, the clouds of conspiracy and calculation, the bold girl knows the right way to act, and she is sharp and sharp as she makes plans with a smile.
Dostoyevsky found this girl who would not lose her grace even under the torment of nightmares very interesting. Yun Xun's flattering to him was not considered a sacrifice in the girl's own eyes. She tried to use these "pleasing" as a barrier between the two, and when Dostoevsky responded, she easily avoided it.
"I can't force you, then you have to force yourself." The smell of lily of the valley and pear floated from the tip of the nose and stuck in the throat, dissolving into a cold and sweet taste.
The relationship between the two of them has always been an explicit transaction, using and being used, entangled and being entangled.
"Other people have other people's opinions, it's okay for us to know it ourselves."
"We?" There was some doubt in the indifferent voice, "I thought you would say 'me and you' to me."
Knowing that angering Dostoevsky would not end well, Yun Xuncai kept trying to make up for it while trying to die, but it was this kind of flattering and avoidant attitude that made Dostoevsky extremely angry.
Dostoyevsky, who felt that he liked Yun Xun a little bit, finally came to his senses, so he decided to look around for girls similar to Yun Xun to kidnap him as his girlfriend, and invited Yun Xun out for dinner. Gogol was a little confused: "Tsk, what are you doing?"
"Well, test. If she still likes me, that's easy. If she doesn't like me, then I'll find a way to make her like me." Dostoyevsky bit his fingers, half of the cold coffee in front of him was left.
But Yun Xun's reaction was beyond imagination. Should it be described as indifferent or indifferent? He didn't even look at Dostoevsky across from him. He just smiled very gently at the girl beside him, and a clear smile fell on his lips casually: "Miss, what you think belongs to you has actually been someone else's for a long time."
Intention: I happened to meet you in the process of finding myself and realizing my ambition.