"Cheng Yanqiu, you teach mathematics, but you don't understand love."
"I understand." She took off her gold-rimmed glasses, "For example, now - you want to kiss me."
The smell of whiskey mixed with rainwater made me hurt from the plain silver ring on her ring finger.
"Three thousand words of review, handwritten." Her breath blew behind my ear, "Or..."
"Or what?"
"Or wait for me to love you."
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"Are you an accomplice or another victim?"
Cheng Yanqiu took Lin Xiaoman into the archives room late at night, and ran his fingers through the dusty file numbers;
We kissed on the rooftop of the art building, behind us were security guards who might break in at any time;
Covered in blood, Cheng Yanqiu stuffed the USB drive into Lin Xiaoman's underwear: "Xiaoman, if I die..."
Lin Xiaoman bit her lip: "Then let's go to hell together."
Intention: Positive