
Tilt
倾斜
by Sexy Fried Pork Liver (性感的炒猪肝)
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 210k Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 3y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Stats
Tags
- ThemeLove
- POVFemale Lead
- Age18+
- Second-Chance Romance
- Serious Drama
- Urban
Synopsis
The full text is complete, please support the genuine version and show your heart~ "Drunken Brew" is being serialized. The copy is below. If you pass by, please click and add it to your collection~ When I was in college, Shen Yichi and An Wei were the two names that appeared most often among teachers. One is cynical and playful, the other is obedient and has a promising future. They are like two extremes on a scale. Opposition, confrontation, never intersection. Later... Years of diaries have been made public, and the girl's inner thoughts can no longer be hidden. At that time, Shen Yichi was sitting in the middle of the bar, playing with a yellowed book between his fingers, smiling sultryly with his peach blossom eyes, "It's a pity, I don't like good students." * Secret love is silent, but refuses to be spoken. Shen Yichi doesn't like her, and he won't like her. This one-man show started by her ended in embarrassment. An Wei lowered her head and covered up all the tears that were about to fall. When he raised his eyes again, his eyebrows were slightly curved, and his voice was magnanimous and clear. "I know, I'm causing you trouble." She smiled, but the redness at the end of her eyes grew longer. No matter how unwilling you are, you should stop in moderation. If you bother me again, you are not polite... * That day, Anwei only left one sentence: "I won't do it again." From then on, she was no longer around Shen Yichi. We met again later, in an inconspicuous little drugstore. Shen Yichi still had the same slutty posture. Behind the thin smoke, his peach blossom eyes looked at her from afar. When they meet again, Anwei just treats him as a passing guest and no longer wants to have anything to do with him. But he refused to give up and insisted on entangled with her endlessly. It was raining that day and the sun was setting. Shen Yichi smelled of alcohol and tightly trapped him in his arms. He said her name, like a low whisper, with a hint of brokenness hidden in his defiance. "Anwei." "I'll chase you instead, okay?" At this point, no matter how the balance tilts, I will only run towards you. Sc 1v1 Advance copywriting The year when he first met Jiang Tanglin, the bright sun shone throughout the midsummer. Later, as time passed by, Yun Chi forgot a lot, but he still remembered the startling glimpse in front of the aconite flower. At that time, Jiang Tanglin was like a star holding the moon. Even though he was indifferent and arrogant, it did not affect the beauty around him. To him, Yun Chi was just an obedient, out-of-the-way and inconspicuous winemaker. Until—— Another midsummer year, when it rained heavily, Yun Chi picked him up from a chaotic street corner and took him home. His eyes were red, and his gaze caught her at a loss. There was an unwarranted scrutiny in his smile, and his breath was entangled. He smiled extraordinarily wildly. "Yunchi, you like me." * A love affair, vigorous and vigorous. Yun Chi enjoyed all his good things and also knew his bad things... It was snowing at the beginning of winter. She hid behind the stop sign and watched from a distance as the girl raised a handful of white snow to his hair. Behind the falling snow and mist, there was a tenderness she had never seen before. They said it was his first love. After his youth was gone and he woke up from his dream, Yun Chi no longer had the courage to persevere. * When they met again later, they pretended not to know each other, secretly competing with each other, and their words were full of gunpowder. Who would have thought that secretly, the noble Mr. Jiang would resort to getting drunk to keep his ex-girlfriend. He persisted and repeated in her ear over and over again, "Yun Chi, if you like me, you have to like me..." Under the crystal lamp, she was dazzlingly beautiful, her lips slightly curled: "Jiang Tanglin, please figure it out." "Now, you are the one who likes me." Intention: Loving you is like a drop of sugar on the coals. ——Wang Xiaobo
