My name is Xu Qinghui. I have a boy I have liked for a long time. I wrote 138 love letters, but every one of them was unsatisfactory, so I didn't send any of them. I feel like I'm going crazy. I really like him. I like his sexy little moles. I like the way he blushes when he says he wants to beat me. I like his stiff and awkward way of saying he can try to get acquainted with me. A teacher said that he could not hold up the wall because of the mud. I have never felt that way. I think that teacher should have his teaching certificate revoked and have a good look at his eyes.
Intention: I hope we can all not be afraid of wind and waves and always face difficulties.