The yandere, cripple, and clingy guy
After several days of gloom, finally, at the end of summer, there was a continuous heavy rain.
An allowed the pen to sit across her mouth, then raised her mouth and curled it tightly.
He stared straight at the several white papers scattered on the table in front of him.
A few names were written on it, and then they were connected randomly with threads.
The window didn't close enough.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, bringing a little chill, and I shivered unconsciously.
Cold
He still wasn't familiar with the humid wind in Jiangnan.
He took off the pen and put it into the iron writing box with a Sun Wukong sticker on the left hand side.
Then he arranged the paper on the table and folded it in the middle to cover the contents.
Opened the drawer and put it in.
He stood up and wanted to take off the coat hanging on the bedside. The sight of white and blue made him feel dazed for a moment.
He still didn't dare to be too sure about his return to his boyhood.
This belongs to metaphysics.
An agreed: "Mom, I'll go out for a while."
"It's getting dark, where are you going?" An's mother poked her head out of the kitchen with a spatula in one hand.
"Looking for classmates" hurriedly passed by An's mother, "It's time for our final exam, let's borrow some notes."
An's mother: "Oh, come back soon"
An allowed: "I know"
Outside, the wind became colder.
I swerved out of the alley and headed straight to the small supermarket by the lake.
Listening to the footsteps in my ears, I counted in my heart that forty-five people had already passed by.
Concept: There are many kinds of likes, but only one preference