That day, the breeze blew through the leaves on the school road, and cicadas were singing on the trees. The girl's voice was trembling, a blush appeared on her fair face, her eyes were shining, and she said nervously: "I like you." After saying that, she lowered her head. Chen Yi leaned against the tree trunk, holding a newly lit cigarette in his hand. His eyes were more playful, and he said in a rebellious tone: "What? You, a good student, will come to pick me up?"
Song Nian grabbed the young man's collar and made him fall down. The young man's deep eyes met Song Nian's slightly red face. Song Nian stood on tiptoes, and his pink lips were close to Chen Yi's ears. His tone was a little ungrateful, "Who told you that I am a good student?"
When he was sixteen or seventeen years old, Song Nian wrote in his notebook in the most serious font, "At such a high-spirited age, I want him to have hot and sincere love."
That night, with the neon lights flashing, Chen Yi rode a motorcycle and took her through the bustling city that Song Nian had never seen before.
He took off his helmet and pressed Song Nian against the motorcycle with his whole body. His eyes were stern but not less affectionate. "Song Nian, I will repeat the reading. You have to wait for me too."
When Song Nian was playing with the boys on the table tennis table, he would never have thought that there was a jealous king standing behind him with eyes that could kill.
His breath fell on her neck, his lips seemed to be close to her ear, and his voice was hoarse and lustful, "Can you not play ball with me in gym class?"
Intention: To give it to the wrong person in his prime age