He pressed her between the quilts, his eyes were scarlet, but he was still trying to control his emotions, and asked her: "Why don't you break free? Why don't you deny it out loud? Could it be that for him, you can't even say anything to coax me? Or do you think it doesn't matter even if you are misunderstood?"
Her silence caused him to lose control of his mind. He broke away from the needle angrily, reached into her clothes, and followed the skin of her waist all the way up. His movements were rough and there was an imperceptible tremor.
And when the cold and stiff fingertips were about to cross the gap between her breasts, she bit her lower lip tightly, used all her strength, turned to her side quickly, and sat him under her. With unquestionable momentum, she said in a deep voice: "Don't you want to know my thoughts? Then I will tell you now, who is the person I like..."
Fifteen years of acquaintance, fourteen years of waiting, in exchange for one year of reunion
There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, including four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter. "Love" is hidden in twelve seasons and more than thirty love letters.
His love is reserved and hot, while her love is subtle and deep. Love starts at will and runs in both directions, but it is washed away by the torrent of time.
Before we have time to say goodbye, will we be able to meet again...
Story background: campus story in university
If you like it, please click to save it and take it as an encouragement ~ A sweet little pet article, not greasy or greasy, picking up the fine chaff from the brown rice
Intention: Parting without saying goodbye will always lead to reunion
