The love of a young man is like glass shards sprinkled with sugar, held carefully, it is very sweet, but if you hold it hard enough, your hands will be pricked with blood. The boy's smile is very sweet, like sugar, like glass, like amber.
That summer, the boy's smile, profile, and running figure were deeply imprinted in her heart. It grows and blooms like a vine.
In late autumn, the boy blocked her in a corner and said, "Little sister, why is your face so red?"
"Is it true that I heard that you like me? Can we... Give it a try?"
"I really like you!"
"I've had a crush on you for a long time too! In fact, sometimes I feel very insecure."
He will also blush and be shy for the whole day because of a girl's casual words, and he will be shy holding his good brother's arm.
The boy was jealous because the girl told a math problem to his male classmate, so he blocked the girl at the door of the toilet and kissed her violently on the rooftop of the top floor. He completely ignored the sunshine and warmed up the senior's character, and refused to stop until the girl started crying.
Recording the daily lives of timid girls and bratty boys
Intention: love, campus