Send Summer Love Letters

Dip June in ice water Your thoughts are like a veiled window My tunes are like birds fluttering their feathers With the passion of ten thousand summers Sent to your window [Inferior self-esteem avoids being a question writer x perseverance young master] —— The following winter, Zhan Xia met He Sui at a party. His brows were as flamboyant as ever, arrogant and free, and he was the young master admired by the crowd, but her identity became the maid of the eldest lady of the Wen family, doing tricks for Wen Rongrong, doing homework for her... She could only survive on coffee, and the dark circles under her eyes were as thick as a ghost. In the dimly lit place, He Sui asked sarcastically why she left in the first place. Zhan Xia was silent and said softly: "I'm sorry." The next day, she heard the news that Rongrong and He Sui were having an affair. There was a blizzard on the outskirts of the city that night, and she got several questions wrong for the first time. On the fifth day, Wen Rongrong and his friends once again teased her in public for fun. Zhan Xia wolfed down the cream on her head and glanced at the crowd - the eldest lady was showing off proudly, while He Sui sat aside and lazily watched the farce happen. Seeing Zhan Xia looking at him, the young man smiled at her, innocent and evil. Once her repressed emotions broke out, Zhan Xia changed the coffee in her cup to hard liquor, took matters into her own hands for the first time, and lost contact with the young lady's world for a night. On the sixth day, she woke up from a hangover. The room was full of morning light, and the person next to her pillow hugged her sideways, with a smile in her voice, and said leisurely: "Good morning." When he saw the other person's face clearly, Zhan Xia was stunned and there was a buzzing in his ears. It's over. She seems to have... Touched the eldest lady's man? —— Hello everyone, I'm here to write a short story, a novella of more than 100,000 words. It's not a real ntr, and it doesn't violate public order and good customs. You can laugh at the author, but it's best not to quarrel in the comment area. I'll give you some refills! Purpose: You deserve love