Walking to the car, he asked me to stretch out my hand and put the safety buckle on me again.
I was still a little timid and asked uneasily: "Su Ming, have you thought about it? Are you sure?"
He leaned over and kissed my forehead gently, and said to me: "Xiaoxiao, you think too little of me."
Really?
My heart was pounding.
Snowflakes were falling, each one smelling of pig iron.
Intention: Inferiority is ineffective, long live bravery!