A certain year, a certain day, a certain time, a certain minute
Song Yi: "Ayun, if I hadn't pretended to be someone else that day, wouldn't we be where we are now?"
"Huh?" Jiang Yun raised his eyebrows, "Why did you suddenly remember this... I said, don't talk about what if."
"But yes,"
"It doesn't exist." Jiang Yun interrupted impatiently, smothering her chattering mouth with an urgent kiss.
"Hiss!"
Song Yi blushed and bit him, muttering: "Then all the witticisms you said in school were all lies to me?"
"Without a chance encounter, there would be no connection between you and me."
Without giving Jiang Yun any time to refute, she spoke again: "Jiang Yun, you are used to bad things. You don't mind one more affair, but I do. I really believe those nonsense and take it seriously." The more Song Yi spoke, the angrier he became.
In an instant, the room full of passion was about to disperse, and the atmosphere was deadlocked.
Jiang Yun felt helpless when he saw her frowning, closing her eyes and biting her lips.
"Come on, I'm really convinced by you! Yi."
"Wait for me."
He reached for his cell phone that lay far away.
Song Yi also opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw him poking the phone screen up, down, left and right a few times.
Immediately afterwards, her phone vibrated with a WeChat message.
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Zhao Feng:
This account has always had an owner named Jiang Yun.
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Intention: After all, we must give a chance to let the throbbing in youth have a name and an end.