Duan Yushen thought that Xia Yuan, who was obsessed with his own voice, had a crush on him, but he didn't expect that he was just being sentimental.
Duan Yushen felt that it was time to repay him, and with a seductive smile, he said, "Xia Yuan, others are silently treating you well and have liked you for so long, so you should respond appropriately, right?"
Xia Yuan scratched her head and asked, "Brother, do you want me to accept Xie Weiran from our class?"
Duan Yushen raised the corners of his mouth stiffly, "Xie Weiran, who is it?" I'm talking about me!
"A girl from our school is chasing me and is quite nice to me."
Duan Yu took a deep breath and said, "Xia Yuan, you don't like men?"
"Ah? You don't like it, do you?" Xia Yuan hesitated, not understanding why he would ask this.
Duan Yushen felt extremely bitter. He thought that Xia Yuan was naturally curved, but it turned out to be a big mistake. He was straight.
Intention: As long as people are here, water will always flow, and this feeling will never end