Shuangjie, be, the full text is very short, a bedtime story, the first novel written by primary school students.
In the middle of the night, before I fell asleep, she was obviously lying next to me like she was when she was a child, and I was sound asleep at that time. And now, I'm so excited that I can't sleep. Am I too happy that she came back today? I opened my eyes and opened her.
"Not asleep yet?"
"You didn't sleep either?"
"Kind of recognizing the bed."
I watched her face turn red again, and this time I raised the corners of my mouth slightly. I understand, this feeling is love. I can blush wantonly in the dark night, but I can only hide my love in the corner of my heart.
The moonlight outlines her profile more delicately, like a doll. I want to own her.
Concept: The greatest limitation of love is probably death