Love Slowly Burns

Tianxiang always beats the bamboo horse to death? Damn it, why do you need that thing? Lin Yao: Whenever he dares to appear, I will beat him personally. —— Lin Yao fell in love for the first time in her life at the age of fifteen, and it was one-sided. Branded in that embarrassing and sensitive age, it has great stamina. On the day she met Zhou Zhongxiao again, Lin Yao embedded the word "decent" in her code of conduct. Decent smiles, greetings, chance encounters, and farewells can help the former self regain the situation in the other person's shock. This is how the crematorium plays out. You used to be indifferent to me, but now I make it impossible for you to hook up with me! Yeah, that's it, cool. But the situation gradually went wrong, and the clinical manifestations were: random thoughts and unwillingness. The man in front of him had eyes as hot as his body temperature, and Lin Yao suddenly felt that this game could be deeper. Later, the accounts imprinted in the old year were uncovered. Lin Yao was heartbroken, and a revengeful breakup was finally on the agenda! But when she turned around, she was so squeezed that she couldn't move, and she was inevitably faced with a man who was attacking fiercely. "You're not going to do it anymore, are you? Then it's my turn." ———————————————————————— The current version is collected in advance → "Black History", the column can be collected. Many years later, beguiled by the filter of unrequited love from her student days, Cen Qing slept with Zheng Shixun. But he soon woke up. Hehe, no matter what white moonlight and black history you have, when your hormones are at their peak, you can only get one bed a night. Cen Qing took out three hundred yuan and put it on the man's pillow, then patted her butt and went to work. Then I quickly realized something was wrong. First of all, the place she just walked out of seemed to be her home. Secondly, she left something at home... Purpose: Cherish life and treat life well