Self-repression
One afternoon during the senior year's sports day, Luo Li and Chen Zheng started a touching practice because they encountered a classmate's mouth-to-mouth scene. He said he was sorry and she asked him not to be loud.
Three years later, the two looked at each other, as if returning to an afternoon in high school. No one took the initiative and no one was passive.
After a long time, there was a red face in front of him, staring at Chen Zheng like a lion, seeming to roar or licking himself: "I am a bitch."
"Do you think you are a bitch because you just said you don't like it but you still do something you like?"
He held the little lion's hand, kissed its palm, and comforted him: "Don't have such high demands on yourself. We can still be together even after we break up, and we can still do the same things we did when we were together."
"You're a bitch!" This time, Chen Zheng's chin was lifted, kneaded, and rubbed.
Intention: Let them be