Zhang Minghe dreamed that he died in a cold, pounding rain, burying his boring life. When I opened my eyes, I returned to the cruel real life, but something had changed...
The newly transferred schoolmate next to him had been staring at him all morning. Zhang Minghe looked at him unbearably, but the other party did not restrain himself. Instead, he whispered in his ear: "You are really like an injured butterfly. Just grab it with my hand and you will die in my hand."
Zhang Minghe:......
This man must be sick!
The new deskmate is good-looking, but I don't like him very much. Call him stupid, grab him by the collar, and look down on him (what Zhang Minghe thinks).
But he took him back home, took care of him after he got sick, kissed his forehead gently while he was sleeping, and even snatched him back from the hands of evil spirits crawling out of hell.
Zhang Minghe thought for a while, he and Zhuang Xuran were simply from different worlds, then turned around and carefully embraced the light that came from afar for him.
Zhuang Xuran's perspective: A young master's clumsy secret love history.
There is a big gap between attack and reception, and you can look at the same thing from different angles.
Awkward, low self-esteem, pitiful, stubborn and stubborn? Tsundere, mouthless, persistent and stinky
Motto: Life is precious