Copywriting one:
'There are 7.7 Billion people in the world, what is there that no one is doing? '
'Marry me. '
Copywriting two:
You can definitely understand what I mean, I don't even need to say anything.
I want to write you a hundred love songs and play them to you every day.
I love you more than I love anyone else, you are like there is another me in this world.
If it weren't for you, I would probably still be wandering alone in the lonely city of high-rise buildings and mansions.
**
[Non-text small theater]
On the day I was filming my wedding, Ms. Song came a little late.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of someone reading in the nanny's car. While the crew was sorting things out, she slowly walked over and asked in a low voice, "What were you reading just now?"
""Basic Chinese Conversation Training"."
Her eyes widened: "Do you still want to watch this? Don't you have a Chinese teacher to help you?"
"Yeah. Chinese is quite difficult. Just study it for a while if you have nothing to do."
"Is it difficult? I think it's okay." Miss Song squeezed next to him and poked the book with her thin fingers. "What did you learn?"
"Have you eaten?"
"Well... I ate it. What else is there?"
"Chinese is very fried."
"Haha!" Miss Song blushed so much that she smiled like a summer. "It's simple!"
"Yeah." Someone raised his eyelashes lightly. "What about this sentence? Wo Aini?"
"Classmate Ni Xikun's pronunciation is very inaccurate. Say it after me, it's me! Love! You!"
"Wo, love, Ni."
"No, no, I love you!"
"Wo, short, Ni."
"Outrageous! Why are your accents getting louder and louder as you read! Read with me, come to me! Love! You!" Miss Song's fighting spirit was completely aroused, and she held someone's book and taught loudly.
The staff next to me looked over in confusion.
Someone made a fist with one hand and put it on his lips to cover up.
"What are you laughing at?" Miss Song wondered.
He gently explored her bangs and smiled softly. "Secret."
**
Realistic background, no time travel, no rebirth, no ex-boyfriends and girlfriends, no three.
All sweet but no ice, just give it a little sunshine and it will be brilliant.
The plot will follow the ED context, with random OOC. If I remember the time sequence incorrectly, friends are welcome to correct me.
I really can't express one or two of the feelings of the brother and sister-in-law with my writing skills. I personally think that the best thing about the brother-in-law and sister-in-law is the reality. Their own experiences are already very three-dimensional and do not need too much processing.
—Khuntoria forever—
Intention: We are getting married
