In the summer of 37°C, Ye Youyou met the salvation of her life, and the seeds of secret love were planted in her heart. It wasn't until her sophomore year in high school that the two met again and became roommates. He pulled her out of the swamp, and she fell step by step into his tenderness and couldn't extricate herself.
"Hello, classmate Ye Youyou, my name is Lu Ming, youyou Lu Ming's Lu Ming." The young man smiled softly and warmly.
Ye Youyou's reaction was very cold, and she just whispered, "Hello".
This was their meeting again. Destiny destined them to be entangled. Ye Youyou didn't know whether the seeds of secret love would blossom into flowers of secret love. She knew that she was happy at the moment.
"My deskmate, is this a love letter written by you?"
"No".
"But this is your handwriting."
"You admit it wrong, I didn't write it."
"Is that so? I thought it was a love letter written to me by your deskmate, but it turns out it wasn't."
Concept: The summer at 37°C is hot yet gentle.