Fan Qing walked to the express delivery station at the end of the alley. It's messy but orderly inside.
"1-4-21305" She muttered, holding the express package in her hand.
A pair of hands with sharp joints grabbed Fan Qing.
"I took it by mistake, this is mine."
Fan Qing turned his head. There was a strong feeling between the young man's eyebrows, and a faint fragrance came from his body.
She doubted this unexpected encounter. Fan Qing lowered his head and blushed quietly. At this moment, time stood still. She smiled softly.
He whispered three words quietly: "First time."
*
Zhu Jiejun rubbed Fan Qing's shoulders: "Guess when I noticed you."
Fan Qing shook his head, "That top ten singer contest?"
"First year of high school, when you were standing at the door of the Internet cafe."
Fan Qing smiled: "You won't end well if you lie to me."
"Then I have to snatch the good ending." Zhu Jiejun kissed her lips.
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