An Ziyu said tentatively, "Luoluo, I think basketball is fun too."
There was an undisguised expression of joy on the other party's face, "Ziyu, do you like playing basketball?"
An Ziyu thought, Luoluo would like him to be like that.
In fact, he doesn't like those things, but Luoluo seems to like them very much, so he can become what the other party expects.
An Ziyu fought for the first time in school because the other party failed to confess and spoke ill of Luoluo behind her back.
He was very angry and beat him up.
An Ziyu didn't allow anyone to speak ill of Jiang Luoluo, and he didn't allow anyone to bully her, not even himself.
During the first wet dream, An Ziyu took the wet underwear into the toilet in a panic.
Zhou Ruoyun knocked on his door and called his name.
An Ziyu pretended to respond calmly, and after his mother left, he stared at his pants in a daze.
All that came to mind was the image of Luoluo's dream, and then his face became extremely hot, he couldn't help thinking and thinking, the dirty thoughts buried deep in his heart broke out, and grew uncontrollably crazily.
The jealous self, the dark self, and An Ziyu, who hoped that Luoluo's eyes would always stay on him, were too strange.
He began to avoid the other party, even though he was flooded with thoughts, even though he whispered her name like crazy in the middle of the night, he didn't want to continue to approach the past.
An Ziyu was afraid, afraid that Luoluo would see another side of himself, and then started to stay away.
He began to work harder, moved closer to the appearance the other party liked, began to try to communicate with others, and began to make himself better.
The day Zhou Ruoyun left, An Ziyu's whole world was about to collapse.
He was depressed for a few days, and then he hugged the girl like he was holding a life-saving straw.
An Ziyu said, "Luoluo, I only have you."
Maybe the other party may not know the meaning of this sentence, but he himself understands it very well.
He finally turned into what Luoluo expected.
But more and more eyes fell on the girl, and unstoppable dark emotions fermented in invisible places.
Jealousy, desire and possessiveness, and the desire to hide each other is getting stronger and stronger.
An Ziyu couldn't bear it anymore and kissed her at the ball.
He is like a pervert, he looks like a hypocrite on the surface, and all his thoughts behind his back are exposed in the bedroom where all the secrets are hidden.
On Valentine's Day, a boy hugged her. Although he knew it was an accident, he couldn't stop his jealousy.
So I couldn't hold back, and in the sports equipment room, I did that to the other party again.
It's just that An Ziyu didn't expect that his identity would be revealed this time.
The astonishment was only for a moment, but he quickly smiled softly.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if Luo Luo knows.
Because he knew that this day would come sooner or later, just sooner or later.
… .
Luoluo died.
An Ziyu held onto the other's hand tightly and did not let go, Xiao Xueqing who was beside her cried and said, "Ziyu, Luoluo is gone."
He raised his head, his eyes were dark without any light, and there was a gentle smile on his lips, "Aunt Xiao, Luoluo said she will recover soon."
Xiao Xueqing covered her mouth and wept uncontrollably, "Ziyu...don't be like this."
An Ziyu bent his eyes, put his index finger up and said, "Shh, Aunt Xiao, Luoluo is very tired today, let's not disturb her."
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