In college, everyone said that Shen Xi was already a goblin and they should be careful about her soul being seduced. But Zhang Zhu was willing to be the fox demon's subordinate, washing his neck and waiting for the vampire's sharp kiss.
Her hair flying in the sun was sealed forever by Zhang Zhu's painting on the paper, and the smile hanging on her lips seeped into the bones and blood from Zhang Zhu's eyes.
Her boyfriends appeared and disappeared one after another. Zhang Zhu was unwilling to hide his secret love in his heart, and finally mustered up the courage to confess it. But Shen Xi was just stunned for a moment and smiled charmingly: "You are too serious."
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When we met again, she was still stunningly beautiful, and Zhang Zhu couldn't calm down with every frown and smile. He saw through Shen Xi's sensitivity and fragility beneath his appearance, and firmly held him in his arms.
Shen Xi had nowhere to escape, and Zhang Zhu asked in his ears: "Why can others do it but not me?"
Mature love, respect and loyalty are not easily expressed. Its voice is low, yielding, latent, waiting and waiting. —— Dickens
Purpose: Chasing freedom and realizing dreams