Third Perspective [Reunion]

[End of text] Male crush || Reunion | Childhood sweetheart | Sweet and sour | he "About you and him, I am from the third perspective." [The writing is not strong enough, the remaining extras will be put into the welfare extras later, sorry, sorry, the full text is complete] Jin Feixue x Cheng Nanke Free romantic artist x dark and mean careerist 1. At the class reunion, Jin Feixue reunited with Bai Yueguang, her high school crush. Taking advantage of their drunkenness, the two of them showed their true feelings. Jin Feixue shook her wine glass and joked: "Oh, I wrote so many love letters but I still couldn't catch up with you." The boy suddenly became angry: "Love letters? Don't be joking. There are seventeen pieces of paper in total. The first one is "Pipa Play" and the second one is "The Drunkard's Pavilion"... You might as well give me a copy of the high school classical Chinese collection." He even brought the seventeen "love letters" with him, as if he was provoking an attack on the perpetrators. Jin Feixue was stunned for a moment, then opened a letter casually. The handwriting seemed to be her own, but it was very strange. She suddenly woke up. 2. Cheng Nanke sat in a dark corner, calmly watching the woman's angry expression. "Cheng Nanke! Did you switch my love letters back then?" Jin Feixue trusted her sweetheart. After all, at the beginning, he was so focused on studying that he turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window and was too lazy to complain to his parents and teachers. "Yeah." Cheng Nanke admitted. "What about the love letter I wrote?" She asked again. "Burned." Cheng Nanke didn't even raise his eyes when he answered. 3. Later. The air-conditioning in the presidential suite was fierce, and the love letters that should have been "burned" were crumpled into the folds of the off-white sheets. His kiss was harsh and forceful, as if it had torn away all her seventeen-year-old girlish reverie. "I even learned your handwriting." "I also imitated and wrote a letter to myself." "Guess what the first sentence is." He grabbed Jin Feixue's wrist and forced her to answer. Jin Feixue's eyes were red, she buried her face in his arms, and said in a trembling voice: "My dearest Cheng Nanke." My dearest xxx. This is the most common opening line used by Jin Feixue when writing love letters. But it never belonged to him. "Choose again, friendship or love?" "I don't want any, I want freedom." Demining: Abuse a man, really abuse him The hostess is ruthless and has an imperfect personality Note: sc! ! Sc! ! Screenshot of copywriting 5.18 Has been taken. Anyone who steals will be investigated The next copy of the pre-release copy of "The Victim of Secret Love" about a gay man who has a crush on his childhood sweetheart: Happy puppy heroine x dragging ruffian bking bamboo horse "My childhood sweetheart seems to be falling in love. She always praises other men to me." "I wanted her to shut up, so we kissed." Ji Yu has been talking about his good friend in front of his best friend Chen Yunian lately. In order to block Ji Yu's mouth, Chen Yunian kissed her. - Ji Yu still doesn't give up. I secretly made an appointment with his good friend to meet him in a coffee shop, and he even wore his favorite little skirt. But she didn't expect that as soon as she passed, someone would pull her to a tight corner. The man's black hair hung low on his forehead, and his arms were tight and powerful to control her wrists. His eyes were filled with sneer: "You kissed me, and you still think about other men?" "I want you to take care of it." Ji Yu hadn't finished speaking yet. Chen Yunian leaned over and kissed her lips forcefully, released her wrist, and pulled her into his arms. Ji Yu began to struggle. During the process, she accidentally touched the mobile phone in Chen Yunian's pocket, and her crushing voice was clearly played: "She asked me to go to the coffee shop. Are you there?" "Did you get the kiss?" "Speak, buddy." Ji Yu was stunned. Chen Yunian turned away, the tips of his ears were red and hot. Intention: Growth is a personal matter.