The day I met him, my right eyelid kept twitching. After all, it was my first time being a lover. I just had to do my job well, but I thought to myself that my eyelid was twitching wrongly. In this case, it should be the left eye. But it wasn't until the day I left him, and the following days and nights, that I realized that my eyes were like my heart, which could no longer beat. Uncle, I thought I could move you, but I didn't expect that the tsunami in my heart, the girl's feelings are always poetry, in the end only moved myself, that's all.
Purpose: high-level cadre writing type