Jing Yan and Sheng Yao are recognized as mortal enemies. From national competitions in various subjects to the last rib in the cafeteria, from top student to top student, from school tyrant to school belle, there is nothing they can't compete with. They win or lose almost equally. It can be said that they have perfectly inherited the traditions of the Jing family and Sheng family and carried them forward.
Sheng Yao occupied the position of school president by one vote, and others presented flowers. Jing Yan also presented an enhanced version - a high-end custom-made wreath.
Jing Yan stole the school beauty first, so Sheng Yao magnanimously and calmly gave the school beauty a pair of reading glasses, plus a limited edition - an appointment with an ophthalmologist.
Later, the Sheng family lost power.
Goodbye Sheng Yao, three years later.
Jingyan raised his eyes and glanced at the man in front of him. His eyes fell on the lip prints on the collar of his shirt and the scratches hidden under the collar. He whistled, "It's a very intense game, Master Sheng."
He hugged the beautiful young man beside him with one hand, and lightly hooked the young man's chin with the other. His breath ambiguously brushed the young man's lips, "Baby, learn a little bit."
Sheng Yao leaned down and said in a low voice, "What do you think of me, Mr. Jing?"
Jingyan smiled: "You? It's not tender enough and you can barely get it in your mouth."
Sheng Yao smiled instead of being angry, and inserted her fingers into his collar ambiguously, "How about compared to the person next to you?"
Jingyan's eyes darkened, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms, "Slightly better."
Intention: Labor is the primary productive force.
