A little painter with poor emotional intelligence × a little white flower with a bad belly.
"Why do you decide my fate in the name of loving me? Why don't you ask me if I want a future or you?"
Lin Haoyue moved her lips closer and held down Huo Sixing's head. Although Huo Sixing could break free, he still fell in.
Just like the tearful kiss on graduation night, she couldn't figure out why this kiss made her so paralyzed, and why this person made her sink like this.
"Do you still like me? I'll give you five seconds."
"5,4..."
Lin Haoyue reached out and covered her mouth.
"It won't take five seconds. I can tell you right now."
"I love you. I had my doubts but never changed."
Intention: Rather than working alone, I hope I can accompany you through all the hardships
