Shen Yi, I have liked you for a long time, as a childhood sweetheart.
"Shen Yi, don't call me sister"
"Then what did you call me? Calling your sister an embarrassment to you?"
"Call mommy." Shen Yi's slightly accelerated heartbeat slowed down, and he gave Zheng Yiyi a slap on the head. "I am your father."
Zheng Yiyi in elementary school always followed Shen Yi with a lollipop in his mouth, and Zheng Yiyi in junior high school always jumped in front of Shen Yi with his ponytail swung. Finally, when they were in college, they walked side by side and held hands.
Intention: Like does not come suddenly, but has been planned for a long time