That day, she suddenly said that she had someone she liked, and he pretended to be nonchalant and drank behind her back all night.
He was picked up by her after being drunk, muttering "Do you like me, okay..."
She smiled, "Aci, it's too late. Please like me earlier next time."
Concept: Although lovers eventually get married, belated love is worthless than grass.
Reader comments
Generally speaking, it's okay, but the person's pronoun changes too much, and there are some places where I can't turn around.
Generally speaking, it's okay, but the person's pronoun changes too much, and there are some places where I can't turn around.