It's Summer Outside the Window

Although I write slowly, I keep writing so don't worry. In order to cure his depression, 21-year-old Xia Youqing returned to the countryside to spend the last summer vacation of his college life at his grandmother's house. He met Jiang Xiwang, who was nearly 30 years old, his marriage had failed, and he returned to his hometown to escape reality. Jiang Xiwang walked over barefoot. Her nails were painted with red nail polish. They were as coquettish and dazzling as ten red roses in bud. One bloomed with each step until they were all in full bloom. Then the owner of the roses stopped at her legs. She leaned over and took the drawing board in her hand. Her hair smelled of mint, which diluted a bit of the aroma of roses. It neutralized the ambiguity in the room very well, but the protagonist of this ambiguity was only Xia Youqing. She looked up from Jiang Xi's feet, to her slender and straight legs, to her exposed belly without a trace of fat, then up to the unique sexiness of a woman, and finally landed on her slender, white fingers holding the drawing board that were calloused from painting. Xia Youqing found that the seeds that had been inhibited from growing under her control were now crawling up like vines, and then she heard her own voice. "Jiang Xiwang, I like you, the kind of love that I want to be with you." "Xia Xia, you will meet someone more suitable for you." Jiang Xiwang was very straightforward, so straightforward that it was like an ink painting, but she was only willing to put a hasty stroke on it. She obviously had the best brush and the most beautiful colors, but she was stingy and unwilling to share even a little bit. Intention: Love must be perfect