When Zhou Wan was doing evil things in No. 3 Middle School, he was not afraid of anyone. I thought that in my second year of high school, I would continue to do whatever I wanted and enjoy endless glory.
But in the bar booth, I suddenly saw Chen Miaoyan, who was wearing no makeup, high ponytail, and the uniform of Yongjiang No. 3 Middle School, looking very good.
"Fuck." He took the cigarette away from his hand and lowered his eyes, reluctant to look at her again.
"Yanyan, come home with me, okay?"
Intention: pure love