Needless to say, the friendship between childhood sweethearts, Wen Qing, who has always liked Qi Cheng, finally waited for Qi Cheng's confession at the age of 18.
Seeing Wen Qing's shy and expectant look, Xia Qiu smiled, and suddenly put his hand on her shoulder.
"Xiaoqing, it's good to like someone, but if you indulge him too much, he won't be able to see your existence."
If it's the plot of this book, then Wen Qing and Qi Cheng's side probably won't be too smooth, after all, those who haven't experienced it will always subconsciously ignore the good of those around them.
"No. I have been in love with him for more than ten years, so I won't see him. He knows I'm here." Wen Qing didn't care.
Xia Qiu sighed in his heart, because he knew it was there without looking, so he instinctively ignored it.
Back at Ai's house, Xia Qiu brought Wen Qing a few small bottles of the so-called rose dew, and then gave her a few extra bottles.
"Hey, I made a lot this time, so you can give it away."
Wen Qing accepted it with a smile.
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"Drink with me." The man driving the car looked frantic, his hands clenched on the steering wheel, and his knuckles turned white.
Jiang Xiaoke felt pity and palpitations.
"good."
Jiang Yunfei looked at her deeply, and seemed to see a shadow of her in his eyes, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing there.
Two cases of beer, a simple stew bought from the small restaurant downstairs.
One bottle per person, as if drinking it first, Jiang Yunfei has one bottle, Jiang Xiaoke has one.
The clear face was a little drunk, and Jiang Xiaoke's consciousness was a little confused.
"If you don't get drunk, you won't return, Fei."
"If you don't get drunk, you won't return." Jiang Yunfei looked at her, his eyes were a little dark, and slowly became hot again.
With plain white legs, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a slender waist and a charming face, he had tasted this body before when he was drunk, and the taste...was not bad.
"Jiang Xiaoke, do you like me?"
Opened two more bottles of beer, handed Jiang Xiaoke a bottle, watched her subconsciously gulp and drink, her eyes were blurred, and she didn't ask anything, Jiang Yunfei asked.
"I like it. I like your eyes the most. I have liked them since I saw you." Jiang Xiaoke said in a daze.
His face was close to her hand at some point, allowing her to touch his outline with her hand.
If these eyes were more gentle and smiling, it would be him.
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaoke felt that he was really drunk.
"Fei, I like you. I liked you a long time ago. It's a pity...you never liked me. I'm...too late." Muttering in a daze, Jiang Xiaoke's eyes rolled down with tears.
Secret love is so hard, especially if you can't ask for it, but those are her good girlfriends, she can only look at them like that and bless them.
"I'm here." A light and fiery kiss, kissed in the corner of her eyes, "Don't cry, I'm here."
For some reason, Jiang Yunfei hugged the little woman as if being scalded by her tears.
She is so slender, as if she is not enough to fit her arms, but just holding her lightly completely encircles her.
But she seemed to be different from those women who approached him.
She likes him!
Jiang Yunfei hugged the blushing Jiang Xiaoke horizontally.
Lightly she is like a feather.
Enduring the strangeness in his heart, Jiang Yunfei regained his sanity, but he was not polite, he still hugged her into the bedroom.
Being blocked between her lips and teeth, Jiang Xiaoke dreamed that she was dreaming. She finally had a taboo relationship with him whom she had been secretly in love with for seven years. It was so extreme and so uneasy...