When she was 13 years old, Wen Ying secretly fell in love with Song Che, a boy one year younger than her.
Although it may be a temporary attraction, Wen Ying is still kind to Song Che without reservation. Maybe he feels her hot love and retreats, or maybe they move forward along the hot love.
Looking at the bright eyes of the young man, Wen Ying blushed unconsciously. Her gaze kept falling on those beautiful eyebrows. It seemed that the owner noticed this long-lost gaze, turned her head, and when their eyes met, Wen Ying was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl in, and covered her hot cheeks with her hands.
Song Che chuckled, "Sister, am I that good-looking?"
Wen Ying was frightened by this sudden greeting and turned her head in confusion, "Huh?"
"Then, just take a closer look."
Gentle academic tyrant × dandy elementary school scumbag
A young story begins here
Intention: to be added