The author is so pitiful! No one reads the article! !
Completed! The next book will be "Winter Sheng"
When they first met, the two of them were standing under a tree full of plum blossoms, with dim street lights on next to them. The girl was wearing a fresh and elegant skirt, and the boy was wearing a black T-shirt and loose jeans, hugging her tightly. His hand gently stroked her head, as if to say: "Be good, I'm here."
"Chen Jiaye, can you please stop eating my tofu every time you see me?"
After a while, Chen Jianye let go of her and looked at her almond-shaped eyes that would make people sink in if he stared at them, with a twinkling light.
"Can't you see? I want to chase you, can you give me a chance?"
"Huh?"
The young man in front of her pinched her face and said, "Are you that surprised? This is my first time confessing my love to someone."
Little did he know that in the eyes of his friends, the boy had already fallen under the girl's skirt.
A few years later, they met again in a bar
Chen Jiaye blocked her way, straddling her knees with his legs, and raised his hand forcefully to pinch her chin: "If you keep doing this, I will be stronger."
Yun Zhi shook her head: "No."
"What aspect don't you want?" Chen Jiaye smiled mischievously.
She shook off Chen Jiaye's hand and pointed at him with her black and blue nails: "If you keep doing this, I will never pay attention to you again."
Chen Jiaye lay softly on her body: "I was wrong, give me another chance. I will use my life to love you in this life."
When she opened the window, she was filled with gardenias and roses. Looking to the side, she saw her favorite sea. Chen Jiaye was helping her realize her wish back then.
Even the birthday cake hinted that she had it all.
Standing on the central line between the sea and the garden, there are two people interlocking their fingers and kissing secretly.
Chen Jiaye, who was wearing a black coat, led Yun Zhi, who was wearing a red skirt, into the garden gate of the Chen family, and walked into Chen Jiaye's future.
He is no longer the boy who secretly held up a girl's skirt.
Intention: To be completed
