"Slowly get used to having your warmth around me"
— "Slowly"
Mu Taoren has a beautiful and charming face, but she is a Buddhist girl.
The school held a friendly match, and with the last ball out of three-point range, Mu Nanjia scored a basket at the buzzer.
She looked at the boys who were being hugged and cheering from a distance, with a slight smile on her lips.
One day in a hot pot restaurant, my best friend's friend asked her her name.
She spoke up.
Unexpectedly, he asked again, "Is it Mu Nanjia's Mu?"
She wanted to explain, but the man next to her who had been silent for the whole game said, "Isn't it my wood?"
From that moment on, the number of encounters between the two became more and more frequent, as if they were beyond a certain range and out of control.
A light rain started falling outside the room, hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows more and more violently.
Mu Nanjia surrounded her and forced her to look at him, "Mu Taoren, do you hate me?"
She closed her eyes in fear and told the truth: "I don't hate it."
"So, do you like me?"
"I don't like it" This is a lie.
One sunny afternoon after the rain, she looked at the rainbow in the sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Leaning forward, she kissed the corner of his mouth gently, leaving him at the first touch.
Mu Nanjia was stunned, and the girl in front of him slowly smiled and said, "It's sunny. I like you too."
The sober little gardener × the black-faced straight-ball young master
[Both male and female protagonists have good family backgrounds, but their personalities are not controlled by their family backgrounds. Let me take a precaution here~ No abuse, please feel free to write sweet articles!
Having a secret love for literature will grow in love over time.
Intention: Love is the moment when you feel inferior and abandon yourself to the dark side.
