Fake cheerful, really humble, manic, depressive and clingy T vs Buddhist type, tragic and cold, with lots of inner drama, P, no abuse, ending HE BL, please forgive me for being the first to write.
She stood lonely on the 888th floor, looking at the world with cold eyes. Suddenly her little wife Wangtian and the messy bala bala suffixes flew up, "Swollen wood (crossed out) Mo Mo Mo Xi Qiu, baby, it's cold, come to my arms~" "Okay, okay, deskmate, let's go together." As she said,
Suddenly woke up——
"Xi Qiu, are you perverted?"
Simply wash up and then write Look at me again on your face? Look at me again and head to another city, another place that is completely unfamiliar to her. However, she was very happy. But I was so scared and panicked.
Wangtian raised his head and looked at Yizhong. He had to say that this word was really beautiful. There were people coming and going around, most of them had a book in their left hand, a pen in their right hand, and a big schoolbag behind them. Then, she fell at the door of No. 1 Middle School - the cloth of her glasses floated to her face, and was immediately taken away. Next to her... Next to her was her former deskmate?!!!!! Immediately afterwards, her deskmate vomited in her face. I think I'm not ugly, right? Ah? Questions from the depths of Wangtian's soul
Intention: Facts have proved that if you study hard and love you, everything you love will be delivered to your door.