Note: abo text, don't like to take detours
He Chen looked into Bian Siyuan's eyes: "The most correct thing I did was to be admitted to No. 2 Middle School; the luckiest thing was to meet you."
Bian Siyuan hugged He Chen into his arms and gently rubbed his hair, "Thank God for allowing me to meet the most beautiful you in my most wanton years."
Intention: youth
