Hold You and Miss You

Wow, the first or second place this time is Monk Yi Huai Nian again. Yes, it's the two gods fighting every time. Yi Huai, go give your Uncle Shang some cranberries. Why should I go? A boy who was usually docile and like a little puppy was standing downstairs next door with a gangster-like look on his face, holding a basket of cranberries in his hand and posing repeatedly, just because he heard from the girls in the class that girls have the least resistance to handsome boys. Pfft, Yi Huai, is your mouth cramped? Go to the hospital? Just like that, a girl who had always been extremely well-behaved and had been dubbed the goddess of academic dominance was teased to the point where she couldn't stand upright by a boy who was messy in the cold wind. Yi Huai, do you like Shang Nian? How is that possible? I grew up with her. In the past seventeen years, I have never seen her. If I wanted to like her, I would already like her. After they left, Yi Huai leaned on the back of his chair and smiled softly. What he was thinking about was the girl he had really liked for a long time. Oh? So when you came to deliver cranberries downstairs to my house, did that cramping movement of your mouth make me unable to resist you? A man who had mastered the evil smile gently held her white and smooth neck and brought it to his eyes. Not really, after all, the moment I saw you, I had no resistance.