"Brother, congratulations on graduation!"
The girl's warm and soft lips touched the corner of my mouth, and the sunlight poured down. I was dazzled, and my heart stopped for a moment.
The cheers of the crowd, the bursting of fireworks, the "click" of the shutter, all the sounds dissipated in the wind and faded away.
Only the warmth at the corners of his lips was particularly real at this moment.
Something was beating violently in the chest, eager to break through the taboos that restricted it.
As long as I reach out, I can lock her in my arms and let her understand that kisses cannot be given casually.
Why does she keep calling me brother?
Once upon a time, she held my hand and asked me to be her brother.
Now, what I hate most is her "brother".
Note: No blood relationship, no adoption, narrated from a cross perspective.
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The author's column has monthly short stories
"Smoke Cage Palace Wall" (Concubine × Prince)
"Heartbeat Code" (CP drops to the school grass)
"Peeping at Her" (Reunion + Brothers Shura Field)
"Mistaken Heartbeat" (Two-way Secret Love)
"The boss fell in love with me, a girl from the countryside" (everyday life filled with memes)
"Wake up on the bed of your idol" (one-night stand)
Intention: Love can cross thousands of mountains and rivers
Reader comments
What the hell is this? It made me laugh so hard hhhhhhhhh
I want to see the young couple talk about their sweet daily life [Spreading Flowers]
What the hell is this? It made me laugh so hard hhhhhhhhh
I want to see the young couple talk about their sweet daily life [Spreading Flowers]