An'an: "Uncle!"
Lin Lang: "Don't call me that. I'm still in middle school."
An'an: "Big brother?"
Lin Lang: "Wouldn't that make us the wrong generation?"
An'an: "Then what should I call you? Lin the Second?"
Lin Lang: "…"
Xu Anning: This won't do, and that won't do. The pickiest person in the history of adoption has to be you, Lin Lang.
An'an: "I've been abandoned and given up on countless times since I was born."
Lin Lang: "I was an orphan at four, and I was still just a little weed."
An'an: "…"
Lin Lang: When it comes to having a tragic life, who else here isn't an orphan?
Years later…
An'an: "Lin Lang, have you ever thought of me as a woman?"
Lin Lang: "Then tell me, how am I supposed to think of you as a woman?"
An'an: "Just... like that, and then that, and then that... Ah!"
Lin Lang: "Like this?"
Mwah~
Lin Lang: "Like this?"
Mwah, mwah~
Lin Lang: "And then like this?"
Mwah, mwah, mwah~
Nobody's leaving comments, so I'll leave one myself, haha.
This story has actually been brewing for a long time, and I've been writing it on and off for many years. I only recently decided to finally publish it, so to be honest, the plot is more in line with the style of ten years ago... Quite a few people have come to read it, but there are almost no comments. It's disheartening. I hope you can share your thoughts and offer some encouragement!
I like it! *▽*
Well written, looking forward to updates