Secret Love Is Like an Old Style

Eighteen-year-old Song Yao fell in love with Pei Zhiyan, her nominal second brother. Secret love is bitter, but she knows that on the way to see him, even the wind is sweet. -----Next book------ "Want to Hug the Galaxy with You" Guan Yue met Song Qingci for the first time in the principal's office, coming to deal with her puppy love problem. The person standing in front of him looked to be in his early twenties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a formal suit. He looked dignified and cold, and looked like an indescribably polite scumbag. "I'm your dad's friend." He introduced himself. Guan Yue didn't believe it, where did her father get such a young friend. At this time, Guan Yue had not thought that one day she would fall in love with him. *** See you again five years later. Guan Yue is sitting on the sofa in his house with a calm expression. Song Qingci asked her what she was doing when she came back. "Chasing someone," she said. "Who?" "Zhou Tanzhuo, an otologist at Xijing Hospital." Song Qingci:... The boy she fell in love with back then seemed to have this name. *** On a late winter night, in Song Qingci's apartment, the air was scorched by body temperature and breath. The sofa made a soft sound, and ambiguity and depression intertwined into unspeakable sinking. "Ah Yue, who are you chasing?" He asked in a low voice, but held her tighter. "You." After she finished speaking, she kissed him gently on the lips. His breathing was suddenly messed up, and the kiss he dropped was full of greed and eagerness after the collapse of his mind. "Ayue, you are so warm." He said. If the first half of his life was an endless cold night, then she was a scorching galaxy where he fell out of control. Intention: Both love and being loved are worth it.