Campus Secret Love｜Reunion｜1V1｜SC｜HE
Ruffian × good and soft
The ambiguous period of oral pleasure and the peak showdown between kings
—Secret love is a low-grade fever that won't go away for a long time.
On the first day after transferring to another school, Wen Runzhao met Zhou Xiukong.
The boy has good looks and excellent academic performance, especially his decadent and serious temperament, which attracts thousands of girls.
And Wen Runzhao was just a passerby in Zhou Xiukong's world.
On the day when she officially fell in love with Zhou Xiukong, Wen Runzhao had a low fever.
Throughout the night, I was haunted by nightmares and was confused.
In the dream, it was the humid rainy season and the dark alleyway.
Zhou Xiukong pushed her against the wall, breathing heavily.
The surrounding area is surrounded by blurry rain and fog.
In the rain and fog, the sky is filled with wildfires.
Wen Runzhao looked at the ferocious fire and shrank his shoulders timidly.
"Don't be afraid."
He said.
Wen Runzhao looked up and met his gaze with a confused expression.
In an instant, they were surrounded by fire.
He held her trembling waist and said:
"Zhaozhao, don't tremble."
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Later.
Another wet and rainy night.
Only.
The absurd dream I had when I was sixteen became a reality.
But this time, twenty-two-year-old Wen Runzhao had a cold expression on his face and pushed Zhou Xiukong away with his own hands:
"Let's break up."
Wen Runzhao's expression was cold and he only stared at the wild cat at the base of the wall, which was soaked and covered in mud.
The always arrogant person had red eyes at this moment, and he lowered his head in a rare submission: "Please, can you..."
"No." She said decisively and left without looking back.
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Meet again.
Zhou Xiukong is an upstart in the business world.
Everyone knows that he is cold and distant, and not approachable to women.
Wen Runzhao was a star lecturer at a packed house.
It can already hold up half the sky.
At the wine table, a friend asked Zhou Xiukong if there was anyone he couldn't let go of.
Zhou Xiukong raised his eyes casually, looked around, and said lightly: "Yes."
Wen Runzhao hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and met the man's dark eyes.
The moment I heard the words.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her heart seemed to be pinched and released by someone.
What is swirling in my mind is the confession under the fireworks when I was eighteen years old.
Laneway secrets.
Wen Runzhao was pressed against the wall. The man in front of him was drunk and his eyes were hot. The aggressive kiss overwhelmed her.
When the lips separated, there was blood on the corners of the girl's lips.
"I'm a bitch."
"I can't forget you."
"Wen Runzhao, is it still possible for us?"
Zhou Xiukong's voice was hoarse, and he bit her earlobe and laughed at himself.
That night, she supported the half-drunk man and took him home.
In the car, she heard him say:
"Zhaozhao, can you love me again?"
"Let's talk again."
Wen Runzhao turned his head to look at him, but in his eyes he could only see volcano-like snow, gradually melting away.
She knows.
A low-grade fever that had lasted for ten years has stopped.
Eighteen-year-old Wen Runzhao was a kite. She carried the white cotton string in her mouth and delivered it to Zhou Xiukong. She said, hold on tightly, don't lose it.
Twenty-eight-year-old Wen Runzhao is like the wind, and Zhou Xiu can't hold him back.
*"If you look at me I will melt gently like snow in a volcano."
——Mia Kotto, "Jesus Jerusalem"
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·From campus to city (city occupies a small space)
·No early love, no intimacy in high school
Intention: Love has another name, it should be courage.
