Yang Xiqing met a junior who was tall, fair-skinned, had long legs, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist, which fit his aesthetic point perfectly.
During several encounters, the seniors all wore clean shirts and jackets, with the sleeves rolled up to the forearms, revealing the clearly defined wrist bones and looming veins, giving off a sense of dignity and alienation, not to mention the troubling feeling.
However, it is rumored that he is the flower of the high mountains, and no one has been able to pluck him so far.
Is it difficult?
Yang Xiqing chuckled, he likes to challenge high difficulties.
For a whole month, he tried his best to seduce people, but the flower of the high mountain still refused to bow.
Fortunately, Yang Xiqing is a very free and easy person.
Since you can't get this, then simply don't want it.
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Xu Jingli waited for a week.
The chattering bird hasn't come yet.
He endured it again and again until he saw Yang Xiqing attending the fraternity party on his friend's cell phone.
Xu Jingli (dark and jealous version) clenched his finger bones.
One Saturday morning, he appeared at the door of Yang Xiqing's dormitory carrying a small cake.
"Open the door."
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One day later.
Someone was jealous and sulky, and pulled out the sorority photo that had caused heated discussion on the campus wall.
Yang Xiqing really didn't expect that this flower of the high mountains would actually settle old scores.
Xu Jingli stared at the photos on the phone expressionlessly, "Who are you smiling at? You are smiling so happily. The first one just gave me a cake, and the second one went to socialize, and said he only likes me and will spend his whole life..."
Yang Xiqing looked numb and quickly covered his mouth, "Okay, okay! I won't go drinking tonight, okay!"
Food Guide
①The jealous king is boring and aggressive x the straight ball is scheming
② He has a strong desire for control and will be crazy jealous, so be careful with this.
③A short essay before going to bed, the full text is more than 40,000 words, completed
Intention: nothing more than a faint glow, walking in the light
