In the year when he graduated from the third year of junior high school, Jiang Qinian returned to his hometown and passed by Zhenhuaian who was moving watermelons.
Zhenhuaian: Brother, do you want to eat melon?
Jiang Qinian's face was expressionless: No need
Later, after a long time, I saw Zhenhuaian again
Zhenhuaian: Brother Nian, I want to be good to you
Jiang Qinian raised his eyebrows: How's that?
Zhen Huaian gently stroked his eyes: I want to kiss the end of your eyes.
I have too much to say. Before I say it, I want to kiss the tenderness at the end of your eyes.
Purpose: I hope everyone can find their own tenderness