Not Love at First Sight

——Brassica Green Chapter [New, splendid, and loving sprouts] – "What do you think a saint is like?" Smarilian put his hands in the pockets of his khaki coat, half-squinted his eyes, and stared at the silver-haired Sequier in front of him with interest. "She doesn't understand love." The little girl with blue eyes looked directly into his eyes. The blue sea surged and rolled in an instant, and finally flowed gently and softly into the green forest. Smarilian smiled, caressed Sequel's silky silver hair with his big palm, and stroked the top of her head like a cat. "Then you are the little saint" – Sequier frowned and looked solemnly at the man lying on the sofa. Smarilian's brown hair was scattered smoothly, and without careful care, he looked a little bit cute. She suddenly remembered a glimpse of him many years ago. At that time, Smarilian was also like this. He was not dressed up too much, just wearing an ordinary white shirt, and she saw him in the crowd at a glance. Her feet moved forward uncontrollably, and she didn't stop until she was beside Smarilian. The man on the sofa had his eyes closed, and his long legs were extremely twisted on the smaller sofa. She lowered her head, and her long silver hair swept Smarilian's face. She saw his cattail-like eyelashes trembling slightly, and the next moment he crashed into a green ocean. Smarilian's voice was a little hoarse, but it was still as pleasant as ever. His narrow eyes narrowed, and there was a smile on his lips. "Ms. Weiss-King, has anyone ever told you that the best distance for conversation is one meter?" Sequier also smiled, her beautiful peach blossom eyes turning into crescents. She lowered her head again, her breath intertwined with Smarilian's, She could see the small mole on his neck, and he could also see the crimson at the corners of her eyes. When she caught a glimpse of the red tips of the man's ears, her smile deepened, and her voice sounded like a siren singing from afar. "What if I have to break the safe distance?" ——Niagara Blue Chapter [Love is like a whirlpool in the deep sea, dragging people down] – "You don't have to drag me away." Sequier's fair face was stained with a hint of red, and he stood opposite Smarilian panting, with a bit of resentment in his tone. "Paris is so big, I'm afraid I'll lose my girlfriend." Smarilian smiled openly, he raised their hand and shook it. "Will your fans catch up?" Sequier didn't seem to be infected by his emotions and was still worried. "Just catch up if you catch up." Smarilian helped her wrap the scarf again, looked at the tightly covered eldest lady, and placed a light kiss on Sequier's face with satisfaction. "Just so they can see how beautiful my girlfriend is." – "I thought you were going to blush," Smarilian said with some disappointment as he looked at Sequier, whose face was not red and his heart was not beating. Sequier felt in a daze that he looked like a large dog, and his tail hung down unhappily behind him. "I only blush when I see you," Sequier said with a smile, and touched the large dog's head. Then he received a pounce from Smarilian, and they both fell on the bed. "You really don't blush?" Smarilian's eyes became dangerous, and Sequiel felt that he looked like a wolf again. "I'm sure" ——Hazelnut Brown Chapter [Bitter, grainy love] – "If you leave, don't come back." Sequier's voice was vibrating. The eldest lady, who always had the best emotional management, lost her sense of proportion for the first time and returned all the things she learned in the etiquette class to the teacher. Smarilian paused as he pulled the box forward. He turned back, with uncontrollable sadness in his green eyes. "I thought I could teach you to love" He smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, zipped up the box and left. The sound of the door locking disappeared into the huge room together with his words. "It's a pity that I overestimated myself" – For the third time, Smarilian was blocked at the door of the hotel by Sequier. The silver-haired and blue-eyed young lady's eyes were crimson, and her tears were falling down. She was so pitiful. "Who is that woman?" "None of your business." Smarilian looked at her funny. When he touched those tearful eyes, he couldn't help but pause. At that moment, he almost wanted to put down all pretense and plans, and just wanted to hold her in his arms. His nails dug red marks on his palms. He turned his gaze away from her and his tone was not as firm as before. "Smarilian" "I like you" Sequier smiled at him. There were still tears hanging on her eyelashes, and there were tears on her face. Her eyes were all red. Her silver hair, which was usually slightly curly, was pulled straight today. She was wearing a knee-length white skirt, and her whole body was in light colors, like a beautiful fantasy movie. Smarilian put his arm around her waist as soon as she finished speaking. The hotel door closed with a sound. He hugged Sequier and turned around, closing the door at the same time. His eyes became moist, he hugged Sequier's waist tightly with both hands, and said word by word, "Say it again" "I said" "Smarilian, I like you" At that moment, his world was filled with flowers, stars, blue sky, and vast ocean, all of which he took in. In Sequier's eyes. In the heart of Smarilian. Purpose: People who don't know how to fall in love learn how to love someone in love.