Love comes too fast like a tornado.

I can't escape without the Storm Circle.

A book fan once asked me why there are so many lyrics in your book, but never Jay Chou’s songs have appeared? Here I want to tell him, look, the moon’s face is quietly changing, Jay Chou’s songs have appeared.

I'm in love.

When I looked at her, I knew I was in love.

The love at first sight has happened to me more than once, and I had a painful experience in high school. I thought I had learned enough lessons, but now it seems that I have not learned any lessons at all.

The only difference is that I am no longer the old man who rushed forward with his head buried in high school. Now I am much more mature, or more sleek, and I am not as far as I was in high school.

99% of my thoughts were immersed in her, and 1% were still reflecting on themselves.

At that moment, I asked myself, if she turned around and had a sister Furong's face, would I appreciate her spiritual beauty?

I can't stand the torture of my conscience, and I feel so dirty that I can no longer face this pure world.

The most disgusting thing is that after such a questioning, I still fell in love with her, which made me feel particularly vulgar.

Since they are already vulgar, I have nothing to worry about. I looked at her from beginning to end, and then fell in love with her from beginning to end... Maybe, did I fall in love with her body from beginning to end?

From beginning to end, she didn't look at me.

Like most men and women in this world who have met and missed each other, we pass by each other after a short look at each other.

In most cases, such a missed means a permanent missed.

Oh, please allow me to recite a poem here: Even if you meet, you will not know it. From now on, you will be passers-by.

Fortunately, during that period, I firmly believed that there was then, and I didn’t plan to be a passerby with her from now on, so I plucked up the courage to walk over and talk to her... to discuss work issues with her. If I wanted to confess to her as soon as I met, I wouldn’t be that strong, but it would be much easier to do business.

Thank you God, thank you for this special topic on the daily life of the art school girl. I easily hooked up with her. I said so to show that I was very casual. In fact, the process is far from that simple. Will I tell her that I have only been a reporter for half a month? Will I tell her that my palms were sweating when I talk to her?

I remember that I was like a senior journalist at that time, and I was as if I was an uncrowned king. I was concise and withdrew after I said that.

After evacuating far away, I was deeply impressed by the various excellent qualities I showed.

At that time, I couldn't help but think that if I were her, I would have fallen in love with me long ago!
Chapter completed!