The rain kept falling.
Wen Jiefang never thought that mental illness could be so serious that he could not help but like someone...
His love may be revenge against her until she loves him deep in her bones.
Wen Fan just felt that he was so fragile, so weak that he could only struggle and shed tears. Weak enough to like him.
Wen Fan was in his arms, his eyes a little red, "Wen Jiefang, don't you hate me?"
"I'm obsessed with you and can't help myself"
Once, she got drunk. The delicate face is slightly rosy, and the girl-like taste pours into the corner of Wen Jiure's mouth.
Called him vaguely "Ayu"
Hugging Wen Fan's slender waist.
Knuckles clearly touched her head. He smiled
"Little lamb, why are you so pinched?"
The girl makes people laugh while committing crimes
"Only for you"
Little lamb, you are really too dangerous and almost killed me.
Intention: To be determined