Secret love/sourness/marriage first, love later/reunion after breaking the mirror/chasing the wife in the crematorium
Copywriting one:
At a friend's party, Zhou Yingkui took a look at a man.
The genius boy in the courtyard, the flower of the high mountains, has a pair of well-jointed hands on his knees, ascetic and seductive.
"Just feast your eyes." Her friend squeezed her.
Zhou Yingkui blushed: "I just fell in love with those hands..."
By some chance, it was the owner of these hands who sent her home.
The cold silver supercar, Koenigsegg Jesko, has lines as cold and hard as a knife. Zhou Yingkui huddled in the passenger seat, holding on to the seat belt, pretending to be invisible.
The only sound in the car was the low hum of the engine. The atmosphere is a bit awkward.
While waiting at the red light, he suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "How many points did you score in the college entrance examination?"
"... Six hundred and six."
"Big B?"
"Pick up, pick up the missing ones..." She felt terribly guilty.
I secretly glanced at his hands. They were long and strong, resting on the steering wheel. They were so beautiful that they looked unreasonable.
As she approached the school gate, she quickly shouted stop and hurriedly went to unbuckle her seat belt. But she had never seen the buckle of a sports car before, and she couldn't get it open no matter what.
She was extremely embarrassed, and he didn't seem to have any intention of helping. He just looked at her quietly for a few seconds, then covered the back of her hand and dug in with her fingertips——
As the lock popped open, his deep voice hit his ears:
"Want to sleep with me?"
Copywriting two:
In order to escape a marriage contract, Zhou Yingkui jumped out of the window at the cost of a broken leg.
My friend Qin Zhaozhao asked for an orthopedic expert from time to time.
In the diagnosis and treatment room, Xiaokui was scolding the "old man" whom she had never met before. The door opened slightly, and a white shadow silently invaded.
Above the mask, a pair of cold pool-like eyes were as cold as ice; the ten fingers hanging down by his sides were so slender that they were almost mean.
All the curses were instantly choked in his throat, leaving only his heart beating wildly in his chest.
With the bones accurately repositioned, he slowly took off his mask, revealing his overly superior but cold face: "Nice to meet you. I'm the 'old man' you call who has no self-awareness."
Intention: To be determined
