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1.
The first time Chen Fei met Ling Mosheng was on the stage where the student representatives of Minghui High School were speaking.
The sun was very hot that day, and he looked like a bubbling cherry-flavored soda in the middle of summer, which quenched his thirst.
But it was Chen Fei who was the least aloof, acting like a good student.
She yawned boredly.
But the next day, this good student made her interested.
This came from the afternoon when she skipped class and saw Ling Mo Sheng.
Black broken hair covered his handsome and soft eyebrows, but the corners of his mouth outlined an arc of excitement.
Chen Fei still remembered that afternoon, when the sunlight illuminated the bloody scalpel in his hand and the crimson all over his slender knuckles beautifully.
He was dissecting a sparrow, very enthusiastically.
Ah.
I wanted to kiss him all of a sudden.
Chen Fei thought so.
2.
Later, I met him again on the campus of the University of Pennsylvania, in a bar full of hanging trees on Walnut Street.
The loud music of 50 Feet was playing in the punk headphones that were bigger than her face. Chen Fei took the camera from her younger brother's hand and prepared to film the final homework of this semester.
A tall, slender fiery red figure broke into her shot, becoming the most dazzling surprise in the shot.
"How does he look like Ling Mo Sheng?" Said the boy next to him.
"No way, Charles never goes to the bar. (No way, he never goes to the bar.)" Someone retorted.
Chen Fei turned up the electronic music in her headphones as loud as possible and winked at the American girl with big breasts and pert butt next to her.
"Make a bet, winner kiss him."
3.
Someone ranked the handsome Asian guys from the Ivy League schools in eastern North America, euphemistically calling it the "must-try list of Ivy League schools", and Ling Mo Sheng ranked first.
But many people questioned this. Ling Mosheng was gentle and polite to everyone, but he had an indelible sense of distance. Even the fiery attacks of those American hotties were like punching cotton.
No one has eaten it, so why is it a "must eat"?
Regarding this, in a single-family homestead at 116 Market St., Chen Fei looked down at the man who had no sense of propriety last night and now carefully placed his chin on her thigh to beg for forgiveness, expressing deep suspicion.
You still have to eat it, don't let him eat it until all the bones are left.
"You're so outrageous," she scolded him.
"You taught me." He pushed back.
"Okay." Chen Fei laughed angrily and pulled back her delicate white thighs, letting Ling Mo Sheng hook her little finger and rub it pitifully with his face, "I'll come back to you next summer vacation. I'm a dog!"
He pinched her earlobe again, and a numbing pain flowed to her limbs along with the nerves, but those smiling eyes made it impossible to be angry at all.
"Then I'll tie you up and keep you here."
Chen Fei found out later.
Ling Mo Sheng is not kidding.
The scarlet that penetrates the throat is not Chen Fei's, but... Ling Mo Sheng's.
Food guide: A straight-laced, free-spirited female college student from the photography department who ran away after teasing × a young man from the finance department who was the best student in front of others and was extremely possessive at the end
American campus novel/In the early stage, the female protagonist is committed to breaking the mask of the male protagonist/In the later stage, the male protagonist becomes yandere and dark.
Purpose: Firmly establish correct values
