After five years of dating, Jiang Yu always said he loved me, but he fell in love with my best friend.
Time has turned me into a yellow-faced woman, but it has not left any trace on Jiang Yu.
That day, my colleagues and my best friend asked me to go with Jiang Yu at a KTV party.
After three rounds of drinking and truth or dare, Jiang Yu was pushed in front of his blushing best friend under the cheers of everyone.
A few obscure glances were cast towards him, and after the noisy crowd, the glances he made intentionally or unintentionally turned into tacit malice.
I twitched the corner of my mouth, took a sip of wine, stood up calmly in the box filled with the background sound of "kiss me, kiss me", and kissed Lin Gu's soft pink lips.
The warmth melts over the tip of the tongue, and the soft fusion of aroma, which is indistinguishable from where it comes from, cuts through the nerve endings heavily.
Staring at the woman's snow-white and cold face, with the plum blossoms smeared like spring red, I smiled wickedly.
"This wine is really good."
Intention: To be a good person
