Jiang Yu slowly walked over holding a bouquet of ninety-nine red roses.
"Ahan, you look so beautiful today." His arrival was as dazzling as the sun, eclipsed by another Jian Han's confession.
Jian Han was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, Jiang Yu had already put his coat on him.
"Sorry, this is my boyfriend"
"And don't bother me anymore. This is not a garbage dump. I collect everything...
1. Sweet text is HE, Shuangjie
2. Empty, empty, empty, purely made up by myself.
Intention: His words are as dazzling as the sun, eclipsed by Jian Han's confession.
