[Social fear × control freak/age gap/redemption/reunion]
Love is a curse, but he enjoys it
Xu Chuxian transferred to Haicheng because of her parents' divorce. At first, everything was back on track, but when she dreamed about it at midnight, she always dreamed of some scenes that made her blush.
She thought it was just normal, but until she met a man who was very similar to the person in the dream frequently, she began to fall into deep thought and question whether she had a recent hormone disorder.
Xu Chuxian didn't take it to heart. He felt that he had nothing to do with the other party's circle, and he might never see him again.
At a drunken dinner, in order to counter his step-sister's proud face, Xu Chuxian didn't know where he got the courage, and pulled Zhou Poyu, who was passing by, to swear:
"Who said I don't have a boyfriend? I just don't like your soft-footed shrimp!"
The scene was quiet for a moment, especially those few people who knew Zhou Poyu's true identity, all looked in a daze.
After sobering up, Xu Chuxian wished he could live a different life. He was so embarrassed that he dug his toes on the ground. He bent over and apologized three times to the innocent man who had been affected, and vowed to clarify the situation.
I thought I would be criticized, but I heard...
"Why are you apologizing?"
The man's voice was deep and his eyes were deep, staring at the hair on top of the girl's head, like a beast hunting in the dark showing its claws.
He sighed: "I am extremely happy."
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After half a year, Zhou Poyu sent his father away and finally found his missing fiancée.
That day, the street lights were dimmed and the snow was flying, which made the girl huddled on the roadside feel particularly pitiful. Zhou Poyu slightly curled his fingers to block the wind and snow for her.
The girl sniffed her frozen red nose and looked at him with doubts in her eyes:
"Excuse me, are you..."
Zhou Poyu's eyes dimmed and he said nothing.
He thought about meeting again countless times, but he never expected that the other party would completely forget about him.
Thinking back to half a year ago, Xu Chuxian was curled up on the wooden recliner like this, weak and slender. Holding the man's clothes with his hand, his eyes were full of dependence and nostalgia.
Her cheeks turned pink and she whispered: "Mr. Zhou, can you please not leave..."
He closed his hand on the incense burner and paused, then turned sideways and stroked the girl's soft hair, seeming to sigh and sigh:
"Okay."
He always knew that he could not refuse her.
Sc, he (Note: The content is fictional, and the place names and countries have no direct relationship with reality)
Purpose: Every personality can live a wonderful life
