On the day they first met, the boy noticed the girl's embarrassment and tied his school uniform around the girl's waist. The girl blushed and mumbled a thank you, giving people an indescribable sense of innocence. It was obviously just a casual glance, but the boy thought about it countless times. It was not until many years later that he understood that feeling was called liking.
He Yunmian was nestled in Song Jiayang's arms, her hair scattered aside. She gently stroked Song Jiayang's impeccable face with her hands, exclaiming that she had really found a treasure.
"I've had a crush on you for so many years, but I didn't expect to realize my dream. It's very unreal."
After hearing this, Song Jiayang held her tightly in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her, very softly and very domineeringly, as if to tell her that this was not a dream.
"The senior I have a crush on has finally figured it out." After the kiss, He Yunmian's face quietly turned red, and she slowly approached Song Jiayang's ear and said seductively.
Song Jiayang was smiling, and He Yunmian felt a sense of weightlessness, and then realized that she was being picked up in the air. She exclaimed, wanting Song Jiayang to let her down.
"Senior can be more enlightened." Song Jiayang's words made her whole body feel weak, and then she was carried into the bedroom by Song Jiayang.
The young love passed through a long time, and crashed into the remaining years with the throbbing of the past. In this flowing life, join hands with him to see the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth, and grow old with your son.
Intention: There are thousands of people in the world, but you are the only one for me