Lin Beilu fell in love with a piece of wood. She nourished him day and night, looking forward to one day peeling off his bark, touching his heart, and finally eating it dry.
But I never thought that this piece of wood has been working hard to remove its bark, change its stubborn heart, and bring itself closer to her.
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One afternoon in the library
Zhou Hemu stood under the bookshelf in front of the window and read a book. The sun shone on his handsome nose, and the thin-rimmed metal glasses frame reflected the dazzling light.
Lin Beilu looked fascinated.
She stepped forward and put the blanket over their heads.
Zhou Hemu, who was always calm, rarely panicked and scolded: "Lin Beilu, don't be ridiculous!"
Lin Beilu: "I didn't."
She just couldn't help it.
Later, Zhou Hemu, who returned home, went to pick up the drunk Lin Beilu.
The aroma of the wine is charming, and the eyes are hazy.
He pushed the person against the wall, and the two went back and forth for a long time.
Hot breaths tangled in the air.
Lin Beilu never dared to kiss him boldly again.
Note: The male protagonist has no mouth
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
