She ** Millet

[Cool, selfish, white and black x black-bellied, affectionate and fake prodigal] Some people say that Qiuzi is a butterfly that turns into a cocoon in the headwind, and she thinks so. Step by step through the dark and twisted girlhood, perseverance is her supreme medal. In every late night when she sheds tears over her sad fate, disguise is her specialty. She had vowed to climb up by any means necessary, to live, to die, or to live badly. She wanted to see those people's tall buildings collapse, to see their bones scattered to ashes, to see them desperate and dying. For this reason, it was customary to take action, and she was willing to cut off an arm with a knife. She thought that the trivial matters in the world were nothing more than playing with people's hearts, and it was just a matter of rank. Until he met Duan Zemin, they had an ambiguous encounter in the rain for the first time, and he saw through her disguise at a glance; while they were dancing in a nightclub and their tongues were entwined, he saw through her mask with a kiss. How about surrendering and surrendering? She refused. … A few years of camouflage, a hundred years of prosperity. That night when the great revenge was avenged, the sky was chaotic, starless and moonless. She lay in the man's arms and said, "The lanterns are shining brightly at the beginning of the day. Duan Zemin, please love me forever." The sky breaks at dawn and the rain begins. She's gone. It's been seven years since I left. The hero's self-narration: I remember every look of her, and her exquisite figure twisting on the bed. I remember her naked in my arms and lighting a cigarette for me. I take a sip, she takes a sip. Then he looked at me with a look of enjoyment and said, "Duan Zemin, you make me feel so comfortable when you serve me." Smiling triumphantly, she is so fucking seductive, I want to fuck her. The battle lasted for countless rounds until dawn broke and heavy rain drenched the city. She was quite sensitive and didn't know what she was thinking. She looked at me with red eyes and asked what our future should be like. What did I say at that time, I said never mind it, it's enough to have passion now. She nodded. Then he ran to the United States and stayed there for seven years. Seven years, I just started thinking about it, let's see who can survive who. In seven years, I haven't had a good night's sleep or a good meal. Only then did he realize that he loved her like an idiot. I miss her. She is simply poppy. When we meet again, she is already an entrepreneur occupying a position on Wall Street. I thought I could stay calm, but my tears recognized her before me. "Long time no see." She said. It's my Qiuzi, my first love that hasn't changed at all. That night the sky was also chaotic, without stars or moon. "I missed you." "I still love you." I think all the time that I deserved it because of myself. Life can't be lived without her, and I admit it. "We are all born to conspire and carve out a way out of this rotten world." Note: Both men and women are not perfect and have great flaws, so those who are discerning should proceed with caution. Intention: Face your own desires