(This time I want to let myself go, and one more chapter means losing sleep once more)
We have to owe each other something, or else we have no reason to miss each other.
(It should be a bloody and cruel story)
When Li Jiqing met Xu Ping for the first time, he felt that this person looked exactly like him - not picky about food, not picky about anything, casual, Buddhist, considerate and independent.
After nine years of acquaintance, Li Jiqing found it boring. After Xu's mother arranged a blind date for Xu Ping, she quietly packed up and left.
Whoever wants this wooden stick can take it away. He is tired of it anyway.
1/ When they slept together for three years, the drunk Li Jiqing's cheeks were slightly red, he rubbed Xu Ping's chest coquettishly, and admitted in a mumble: "I am a person with very low self-esteem."
Xu Pingping pulled away the rebellious hand expressionlessly: "Okay, stop acting, there are no outsiders here."
—I am cheerful, optimistic, lively and playful, but I am particularly afraid that you will not want me.
Fine.
This is for me, not you.
Intention: divide, divide and combine?