On his twenty-sixth birthday, Zhou Wei sang that song miserably with his guitar in his arms. When he looked up, the person he had been dreaming about stood in front of him, smiling and saying: "Oiran?"
Stepping into the bar, Yang Yu glanced sideways. The man on the stage had his eyes lowered, his silver-rimmed glasses had a metallic luster, his hair was messy on his forehead, and his thin lips were lightly parted. He was tall and thin, familiar yet unfamiliar.
Zhou Wei looked at him, a flash of light flashing across his eyes.
Numb! Why didn't I realize he was so good-looking before?
Yang and regret, from now on morning and evening, a bouquet of flowers will be carried home by the cold beauty.
Coquettish and coquettish, he considers himself coquettish and has a lot of drama in his heart.
It always hurts people's hearts. Peach blossoms bloom everywhere. When attacked, you have to suppress and accept.
Xiaobai's short story about testing the waters, please bear with me
Purpose: Beware of wolves, scum and brothers, maybe he has a crush on you