[The charming young lady x the cool and gentle academic god]
The wind on the rooftop lifted the hem of her skirt. Ye Ling glanced at the top student whose school uniform was always white. The cigarette butt rubbed against his chest. She waited to see the embarrassment of the other person's panicked escape.
But the young man just warned in a gentle voice: "It will catch on fire."
"Shen Wanluo, do you like me?"
"No smoking allowed in school."
The other party's expression was cold, but the drunken red at the tip of his ears still revealed his thoughts.
He walked through three streets in the rain to buy milk tea for her, swallowed his difficulties, and even the scorch marks on his school uniform became a secret medal. In the diary she accidentally opened, every word was "Ye Ling". From midsummer to late autumn, every stroke was the boy's restrained turmoil.
When the gangster hit Ye Ling with his fist, he stood in front of her, and she pulled him behind her with her backhand, and kicked him with her high heels. The gangster laughed wildly: "My punching bag, only I can bully him."
The night the attic leaked, she kissed his forehead.
"Ye Ling, your eyes are very bright."
"Shen Wanluo, the way you blush... I'm addicted."
Concept: Love is the moonlight in thorns. He is willing to be bruised and bruised just to hold her moment of light.
