And the Empathy Doll Sticks to Catch the Cold Bamboo Horse

Jie Ying picked up a palm-sized cotton doll in Zhuma dormitory. It's chubby and cute, exactly like a bamboo horse. In the evening, I confessed my love to this cotton doll that looked like a bamboo horse. Yes, Xie Ying has a crush on Mo Wuye, the sweetheart she grew up with. Mo Wuye is the male idol of A, and he is famous for being a cold-blooded school boy. Jie Ying could only keep his love for Mo Wuye deep in his heart. He knew very well that Mo Wuye was a straight man. At first he just slept with the cotton doll in his arms, but later he couldn't help himself and kissed the cotton doll on the face. And later... Xie Ying went too far and did very bad things to the cotton doll. The cotton doll looked the same as the bamboo horse, so he was very ashamed and could not face the bamboo horse. It just so happened that in order to hide his feelings, he deliberately kept a distance from Zhu Ma. Just stay away like this, I think. - That's actually an empathy doll. For some reasons, Mo Wuye did not tell Jie Ying about the empathy doll. This will not affect their friendship, which is what Mo Wuye originally thought. But upon hearing Jie Ying's confession, Mo Wuye's heart skipped a beat. Jie Ying's fingertips lightly touched his Adam's apple, caressed the side of Mo Wuye's face, and gently kneaded his ears, resting his palms on his abdominal muscles. The number of times Mo Wuye took cold showers skyrocketed. What Mo Wuye couldn't bear the most was that Jie Ying clearly liked him and became more and more distant from him, getting close to the cotton doll that was just like him, as if that was what he liked. So who is he? Mo Wuye's dark eyes darkened inch by inch. - On the weekend, Xie Ying and Zhu Ma went to an apartment off campus together. He was placed on the beanbag, and fruits and snacks were prepared. The sunshine outside the window is good, and the atmosphere is very pleasant. The handsome bamboo horse half-knelt down in front of him. The indifferent voice was unexpectedly gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything. "Aying, that's the empathy doll." Mo Wuye looked at Jie Ying from bottom to top. The panicked look is so pitiful. Want to kiss. Food Manual Super sweet bedtime cookies. Intention: burned out