Kowloon Walled Citythe Love of My Life

Try to write about the second person Otome, whose emotions include Di Qiu, Xinyi, and Wang Jiu. It can be regarded as... A stock buying article? Extremely sour, hateful, twisted and deformed emotions take up far more space than normal emotions, so please be careful before proceeding. But Xinyi's finger was saved, the tornado was not dead, Di Qiu's hatred had a reasonable solution, and Luo Jun was fine. I can only spoil it here. Try not to be OOC I don't know how to write copy, so just put in a few short clips. Di Qiu fragment: His brows softened as you explained, but he was still worried. He took the medicine box and applied another medicine for you, but couldn't help but advise, "My mother does all these things, why do you need to do it yourself." "But knowing how to cook makes me more popular." You swallowed the second half of your sentence: Look, you like your aunt so much. "Who told you? Who do you want to like?" Di Qiu sighed, "Is it Xinyi or Twelve?" You quickly shook your head in denial, fearing that Di Qiu would complain to Tornado or Brother Taiga. "May, listen carefully, a man will not like a woman because she cooks for him, he will only like to eat the food she cooks because he likes that woman. No one's love is so noble that you need to lower your body to ask for it. What you can get by paying for it is touching, guilt, and illusion, but it is definitely not love." He looked into your eyes, his expression so nervous and serious, like a father worried about his daughter's feelings during adolescence, but it hurt your heart. A fragment of the letter: The days went by indifferently, and you and Xinyi tried hard to ignore the awkwardness and try to get along as before. But it always seems a little overshadowed, as if it's far away. No one is willing to step forward, but no one is willing to retreat. When you were most stressed about studying for higher studies, you lay on your desk in your bedroom for several nights and heard pebbles knocking on the window. Pushing open the window, the sky blue curtains and your long hair were blown forward by the wind. Between the undulating fabrics, you saw Shinichi downstairs with his hands in his pockets. Wearing a shirt, tie, jeans, and an unzipped jacket, that cool motorcycle is behind him. He raised his chin at you, his eyes bright, "Beautiful girl, why don't you go for a ride?" You covered your mouth in surprise, amusement still overflowing from your eyes. You put on your coat and ran downstairs. When you ran in front of him, you didn't forget to push back the messy hair from your forehead a few times. Wang Jiu fragment: He rambled on for a long time, and every word was boring Buddhist stuff. After a long time, his mouth seemed to be dry, and he was finally willing to pause. Just when you breathed a sigh of relief and thought your ears would be purified, you heard him continue, "The three refuges are taking refuge in Buddha, taking refuge in Dharma, and taking refuge in Zen." "It's a monk who has taken refuge!" You were impatient to begin with. When you heard the mistake, you blurted out a correction unconsciously. You secretly despised something that even you knew. He had not remembered it correctly in Shaolin Temple for so many years, but he still had the nerve to show off in front of others. It was really rotten wood that cannot be carved. Now that you have caught something, you don't want to save face for him. You must point it out on the spot and ridicule him again to see if he is ashamed, "You can be wrong about this, but you still dare to say that you have read a book." What you didn't expect was that Wang Jiu didn't feel embarrassed about being caught in the wrong. Instead, he waved his hands and came up to him with a smile, shouting, "That's right!" Seeing you frowning and looking at him, he became even more excited, with a look of pride on his face. "If I want to convert to a monk, how can the prince be willing to talk to me?" "Then even if it's wrong, it's still right! What's right is wrong!" When you were stunned, you realized that you had fallen into the trap of provoking him, and that your reaction was exactly what he wanted. You couldn't help but feel annoyed that your mouth was faster than your brain. Intention: Tell me what love is