Copy 1: The girl emerged from the luggage compartment and was caught off guard by a hand with sharp bones. Meng Yu thanked the young man and ran away in despair. Wen Zemian wiped the dust that had just been stained, and then remembered the tactile feeling brought by that furry head, which was quite easy to touch.
Copy 2: Meng Yu could no longer run in the last 100 meters during the running exercise between classes. Suddenly, Wen Zemian put a hand on her waist very naturally and pushed her to finish the last mile. After finishing the run, Meng Yu's heartbeat was still beating fast, wondering why this man was so frivolous with girls.
Copy 3: "Wen Zemian, why are you looking back? We clearly agreed, but you're cheating on us." Drunk Meng Yu leaned on Wen Zemian's shoulder and said soothingly. "How can I see you if you don't look back?" He gently stroked her hair and coaxed the little ancestor in his arms in a low voice.
Small sweet text, the kind mixed with glass shards. HE
Purpose: Our view of love is always poisoned by the poisonous chicken soup on the Internet. What we need to do now is to break the stereotyped thinking and create our own view of life and love.