"Will the person I have a crush on notice?"
"Can't you feel the heat when you sit by the stove?"
Campus, BG, two-way crush, he
Dai Shuangjiang is now very distressed about what to do if his diary is taken away by his crush.
"Stop talking, I'm going to die." Dai Shuangsheng cried helplessly to his good sisters.
"Don't, maybe secret love can turn into passionate love!" The little sister comforted her, "You have to believe in miracles, Grandpa Dai!" The little sister patted Dai Shuangjiang's shoulder and spoke frankly.
.
"Hey... There is no way such a thing like a miracle can happen to me." Dai Shuangjiang manually added a rainy dark cloud above his head.
Then, Dai Shuangjiang was slapped in the face.
"I read your diary." Wang Yaoxing leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking at Dai Shuangjiang who was embarrassed and just wanted to find a hole to get in.
"..." In Dai Shuangjiang's mind, ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past, "That... I just wrote it for fun, don't take it seriously." Dai Shuangjiang hesitantly argued.
"..." Wang Yaoxing was silent for a while.
Dai Shuangjiang secretly raised his eyes to look at Wang Yaoxing in confusion, but his eyes met with that man's. As if being electrocuted, Dai Shuangjiang quickly returned his gaze to the ground, his face already red to his ears.
Wang Yaoxing's eyes moved slightly, he took a step closer, bent down and looked at Dai Shuangjiang, who was half a head shorter than him.
"Don't like me? Then why is your face so red?" Wang Yaoxing smiled lightly.
Dai Shuangjiang only felt a "boom" in his head.
Forget it, give it a go.
"Yes! I just like you!" Dai Shuangjiang yelled out with all his courage and shame, then turned around and ran away like a rabbit, only to be surrounded by someone from behind.
What came to my ears was the man's gentle voice, which seemed to be smiling.
"I finally admit it, I like you too."
Dai Shuangjiang's back was pressed against Wang Yaoxin's chest, and waves of clear heartbeats hit Dai Shuangjiang's heart like meteorites. There are only three words in Dai Shuangjiang's mind:
Dying.
Purpose: BG