The first time Wei Yan met Zhi Xia, his image as a scumbag was clearly laid out.
When Zhixia met Wei Yan for the first time, people couldn't help but call him old-fashioned.
Zhixia was left alone after class
"What's the matter? Please hurry up, I have a date later," Zhixia urged with an impatient look on her face.
"Don't go, revise your graduation thesis." If it weren't for Wei Yan's strange behavior recently, his serious tone would really make Zhixia think that he didn't keep her out of selfish motives and ruin the date.
Zhixia came closer, grabbed Wei Yan's collar, pulled him down, and whispered in his ear, "Old old man, I'm not interested in you."
"Old old-fashioned? Why aren't you interested now?" Wei Yan's breath was disordered and he asked a little fiercely.
"I was wrong, I was wrong." Zhixia was about to cry. How long ago did this person still remember?
Can it be stopped if you admit your mistake?
Obviously not.
Purpose: sweet article