The night is indeed suitable for drinking.
Li Xi supported her chin with her hand and drank the beer in the glass in one gulp.
I'm not drunk, but my brain hurts from drinking. The sound of horns and conversations on the street fill my mind. Forget it, I have to leave.
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The weather in March was neither hot nor cold, and there was a slight breeze. That was the fourth time I saw him. He was wearing a black sweatshirt, lowering his head to write. Looking from my direction, it seemed that his eyelashes were very long and thick. I looked at him in a daze. He seemed to be aware of his sight. He raised his head and pushed up his glasses. I hurriedly brushed them away. I turned my head, pretending to look at the scenery, but I didn't know how ostentatious I was with my red ears hanging. I thought there were so many people in the library, so I wouldn't be discovered. I turned my head back, and he just lowered his head at that moment. Fortunately, he didn't notice, just like when I was a child watching TV secretly to guard against my parents, I breathed a sigh of relief.
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They say that people should bravely pursue what they love, but sometimes it is difficult to love. Morning and evening are two points in time. I belong to the night, and you belong to the day.
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I'm a person who doesn't know how to love, but I found the evidence that I love you in you.
Intention: love