[It turned out that vinegar, which I am not qualified to eat, has the most sour taste.
That was the first time Song Zibo met Mo Yiwei. He stood on the steps and smashed the suitcase into the smelly garbage basket from a distance.
After she cleaned the suitcase, she appeared in front of him exhausted.
Mo Yiwei leaned against the wall, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at her calmly: "Minding your own business?"
He is obviously at a lively and lively age, but he is so depressed that he is unbelievably depressed.
——This is probably Song Zibo's most intuitive view of her stepbrother who will be with her for a long time in the future.
Later, her friend lost the game and invited her on a date. She dressed up for the date, but was stopped by him at the rusty wire gate.
His voice was hoarse, like a madman in the desert who couldn't bear to drink: "Sister, don't go..."
The innocent little angel who is afraid of society × the slutty young master
A pretty short story.
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