This article is also known as "Guidelines for the Care of Jasmine Specimens"
◆"When I met you when I was 18, my dice always rolled the only answer."◆
◆ Food Guide◆
ABO double heroine｜B→O secondary differentiation｜Redemption moving forward |Confirming relationship after adulthood
The fisherman omega who was forced to involute × the introverted and slow-tempered alpha who always wanted to have sex with Song Xigui
Campus to two-way domestication｜Longjing Jasmine × Sea Salt Lemon | HE
Contains PTSD/self-destructive tendencies/short-term amnesia, but HE guarantees
Medical details are dramatized, jasmine cultivation knowledge is half-truth and half-false
Girl A has no pendant! Same as ordinary female O, but can tag people
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Song Xigui: The famous dice war god in his grade/Non-staff member of "The college entrance examination failed in five years and three years"/Throwing the 60-point answer card to create a metaphysical beauty/Brushing five sets of college entrance examination papers on the night of differentiation in the funeral home
Shen Zhiyi: The new god of learning/The tenth-level scholar cultivated by Jasmine/The restrained confessor/Associating someone with a collection of wrong questions in the early morning/Song Xigui's strong backing
"Small theater"
The glass on the ceiling of the flower room is condensed with fine water droplets, and the warm yellow light diffuses through the matte lampshade, casting the shadows of the two people on the blue brick floor. The crisp sound of Shen Zhiyi pruning the flower branches awakened the dormant fill light, and a cold white halo suddenly spread across her tense knuckles.
"Wait a moment." She lowered her eyes and cut off three jasmine sticks. The fresh cuts oozed bright juice, which stained her lace gloves like solidified stardust. When the bouquet stained with night dew was handed to Song Xigui, his lenses were suddenly fogged up - it was the hot breath of the other party holding the flowers.
Song Xigui lowered his head and sniffed, causing the silver chain to slip out of his collar, and the dried jasmine flowers in the pendant vial rustled against the inner wall of the glass. The sound resonated with Shen Zhiyi's suddenly accelerated heartbeat, causing a strand of hair tucked behind her ear to fall loose.
"Do you know the language of jasmine?" Shen Zhiyi took off her gardening gloves stained with leaves, and the metal edge of the table reflected her reddish ears, "It is loyal..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Xigui suddenly stretched out his hand to brush the petals off her shoulders, and when his fingertips brushed across her collarbone, it brought out the scent of mint.
The hanging fill light tubes began to strobe, nailing their overlapping shadows between the breeding racks. The edges of the barrier tape on the back of Shen Zhiyi's neck are rolled up, and the scent of Longjing jasmine mixed with sea salt and lemon weaves into a web in the humid air.
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Song Xigui's pen tip pierced the test paper, and the number of the dice finally stopped at four: "The probability of choosing C is 25%, but the probability of making my heart beat faster——"
Shen Zhiyi carved the sixth side of the dice into a jasmine pattern: "From today on, it's 100%."
The aroma of burning paper and incense candles floated outside the window, mixed with the sweetness of the cake that my father had not sent.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
