I chased him for 15 years, and he introduced me to his friend.
As he wished, we were together and he punched his friend in the face.
Ling Ling’s white moon is married, I thought I had a chance.
I stayed with him for six months, and watched him drunk, and watched him rot, and watched him awake.
He wrapped me in the morning light, and his limbs were wrapped up, and he tried his best to hold me tight.
And I tried to break away, but he said, “Don’t move, I miss.” I’m sorry.
Nim.
He hasn’t called me that for a long time since Song Yun Yi appeared.
It’s her name.
The plumes will not fall.
That’s what I feel asphyxiated every time I think of, like a sharp claw strangling my heart and then twisting my throat.
Now that she’s out of this relationship, we can finally be together.
Right.
A few days later, Ling Ling took me to meet his friend.
He introduced me to that man with a little smile, saying he was young, but nice, and we were right.
I looked at him, and he slowly looked at me, and his face was the usual juaquin. We saw what was in his eyes, and it was abrasive.
I was not sad at that moment, nor angry at him for pushing me to someone else, but calmed as if something had emptied me.
That’s what he gave me.
Or say no.
He’s refused me many times, more than I’m used to, and I’ve never been sad about his refusal again, not even a little bit of frustration.
I didn’t expect him to love me long ago.
In that moment, I realized that my feelings for him had disappeared.
The boy from across the street looked at me and whispered, “Hello, Lin. My name is Sung. I’m sorry.
And Song Yun was given a last name.
I thought I’d be quiet.
He didn’t wait for my answer, long eyelashes fanned a fan, like a bit of a rush, then he bent his lips and laughed: “I asked Ling to ask you out. Don’t be angry. I’m sorry.
And suddenly I remember, he was Song Yun-yun’s brother, and I was teaching him English during the summer of senior year.
When I was afraid that Ling Ling and Song Yin would be too close to each other, I tried to insert them, and I taught him every day to stay and he refused, and I repeated it over and over again in his ear. I went to his house every morning with a script to block him, to make him tired and to raise his grades so fast.
Later he seemed to have taken a good college.
I took my mind from my memory and I smiled: “So what does this drink mean, you want to chase me?” I’m sorry.
His face was red.
Ling Jing looked at us and took a drink.
After a while, he said, “Is it okay?” I’m sorry.
I noticed that Ling Ling had dropped the glass and his fingers had knocked on the wall.
Sung-shin’s sight is burning, falling on my face, even with the illusion of burning.
I smiled, and made sure I had no feelings of discomfort or like revenge, and said, “Let’s try it.” I’m sorry.
Knocking on the glass wall stopped.
Sung-shin-shin, “Try? How?
And soon he reciprocated and said, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.
We said, “I have no experience in the matter of love, so be friends.” I’m sorry.
Ling Ling has been drinking and laughing, “Yes, she has no experience. I’m sorry.
A word of understatement has taken 15 years of my hard work to him.
Of the three, only Sung-shin didn’t drink. He said he could take me home.
Ling Qing called for a new driver and saw me on Song’s side-drive, saying in a funny way that I feel the least safe, so don’t be involved with other girls after I’m with you.
I know his personality well, and I don’t think he’s making a mockery of it, but it’s only at this moment.
He feels a little guilty about me.
He was not unaware of these years of my pain and anxiety, and of my humbleness, carved before Song Yun-yun.
It’s just that the girl’s more important. He’s already partial before he starts choosing.
Start the car, step back, think of something, look at me.
And after a distance, We saw him in the rear-sighted mirror, with his long body leaning in the car, and a cigarette lit between his fingers and a red light shining in the dark.
A week later, he took my hand and kissed me downstairs when he took me home.
A kiss that meets his age, a little bit green.
Then he wanted to look at me and he was afraid to look at me, and he said, “See you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
The chords in my heart have been dialed by something, and that touch has made me a little confused.
If I fell in love with such a boy in adolescence, everything might be different.
I held his warm hand and looked at his face for a while, laughing, “That’s how people in their 20s fall in love.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me somehow.
“Come to my house. I’m sorry.
Song has moved his throat.
And then I realized, it was a sign of his passion.
At first, I didn’t plan to go much further with him.
My four-year-old boy, my brother from Song Yunyun, may have had a delicate affection for me at a young age, but in actual contact, that affection did not support his acceptance of my nature, including my size and shortcomings.
But in the end, we’ve known each other for two months.
He is increasingly taking over my time and my life, asking me what I want for dinner in advance, picking me up from work, two people going to the supermarket to buy food, and I’m in charge of washing him to cut and fire. One time, I gave him the spare key to help him find it.
When the key was in his hand, we all fainted.
“Why don’t I move here?” he says. I’m sorry.
I said no.
He immediately said, “I’m kidding. I’m sorry.
And then, carefully, you try to test me, “Can I move next door to you?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know if it’s been two days since he moved into the house next door that was empty for two years and knocked on the door in the middle of the night and asked if he could borrow it from my bathroom.
After cleaning, he stood there to wipe his hair, saying that his house was too messy to sleep in, and could he sleep on my couch for one night.
And repeatedly assured him that he would do nothing.
And I lost him a blanket, and he slept in his arms all night, and the tall boy shuddered on my couch less than a metre, and felt a bit pathetic.
I snuck it down and looked at it in the office the next day and laughed.
My colleague says I’m in love. I’ve been looking a lot better lately.
There is.
But it’s been a long time since I’ve thought of this name, and it’s only been linked to Song Yun-yun, and there’s a slight pain in my heart.
It is clear that Song Xin-chun is Song Yun-yun’s brother and that their eyes are so similar.
I don’t know.
At dinner this day, Sung-shin asked me, sadly, if he could spend his birthday with him tomorrow.
That’s when I realized that the same day was the death anniversary of Ling Ling’s mother and Song’s birthday.
I spent the last few years with Ling Ling.
I’ll take the company leave and knock on the door with food, and two people will stay in the house all day, talk to him, watch the movie, help him water the green plant on the balcony, then make dinner until he finishes, put a blanket on him, watch him fall asleep on the couch.
Ling Jing’s mother’s death day, only me and him remember.
He told Song Yun Yi, but Song Yun Yi didn’t care.
The shock and trauma caused to him by the mother ‘ s suicide was not apparent to outsiders, when it was known that the mother was a deviant mother, who almost abandoned her son and went to the United States with the rapist, so that after the mother ‘ s death, he went to school as usual without any appearance.
But I know that he’s sad, and that every gesture and move of him, even the smile, is immersed in grief.
Girls are easily moved by men’s vulnerability.
That’s when I realized I liked him.
I looked at the red mark on the calendar and I deleted it silently.
Today I took the usual leave of absence and spent a day in the King’s Canyon with two of his classmates. Lunch was still ordered.
And at evening, I received a telephone call from Ling Ling, and he asked me, with a little fatigue, why I did not come.
We said, “I want to be with Song. I’m sorry.
The sound was gone.
“Do you know what today is?” I’m sorry.
I said, “I know, but today is Song’s birthday.” I’m sorry.
Knowing that it might be too indifferent, I took a deep breath and gave him a second kiss, “You’re all right, go out when you’re upset, or have a friend accompany you. I’m sorry.
It’s been a long time, and it’s a little “um.”
After all, I can’t stay with him forever.
I think.
The next day, when I woke up, I found Ling Ling had called me twice, and the time was 12 in the middle of the night and 2 in the morning, when I had turned my phone into silence and fell asleep.
I looked at those two unconnected calls, and I remembered that I couldn’t sleep all night with my past and twirling with my heart, dry, wrinkled, sour and sour, and finally I couldn’t bear to suffer and ask him for peace.
I was afraid to call him, but I had to read the words over and over again, carefully edited and sent him text, and every word, every word, was helpless and humble.
So, whatever the reason for our quarrels in the future, Ling Ling is used to me bowing my head, and then he nods at the place, and then we get back to it.
But I stayed too late with Song, and I washed his face and fell asleep.
If it hadn’t been for his phone to open in the morning, I’d even forgotten that he had been unhappy with him yesterday.
I thought about it and finally got back to him the message: “What happened yesterday when you fell asleep?
After I got up to wash my makeup and pick up my phone, I found him back faster than I thought, with only three words: nothing.
The meeting with Ling Ling is at the opening of a friend’s music bar, where most of my friends and Ling Ling are in common, but this friend is not in line with his magnetic field and has rejected each other and has urged me not to hang him from this tree more than once.
So Ling Ling will come, I’m a little surprised.
He seemed thinner, standing far from me with a glass, opening his mouth without making a sound.
My friend put a piece of fruit in my hand and carried me to my shoulder and took me to my side, “Don’t worry about him, Song Yunyun is here. I’m sorry.
“I brought her here on purpose.” I’m sorry.
I understand nothing.
Friends touched me on the shoulder and said, “Look, they’re coming together again. I’m sorry.
I turned my head and saw Song Yun-yun come to him, with a nice long skirt, standing in his place, with little eyes on what he was thinking and not moving.
If it was me, I’d be in a state of uncertainty at the moment, and even my fingers would be shaking with shame and hopelessness.
I hate the boy who cares for me, but I give in and give in and out of front of another girl, and he lets me down and spoils her, so that I feel my throat, so painful that I can smell even the blood from the throat.
But now, there’s nothing more than a little emotional at first.
I’m so indifferent, I don’t even understand myself.
My friend asked me if I wanted to play a game with her husband.
I promised.
But his friend looked at me strangely, and touched my hand, and said, “It is still hot.” I’m sorry.
After a few games, I was lucky, I lost once, and my friends impressed me. I’m sorry.
In the middle, Sung-shin asked me when he would be back.
I looked at the time and said soon.
He had a happy look: I’ll pick you up.
I hesitated to say yes.
And then I went to the bathroom, and I came out, and I saw Ling Ling standing in the porch, and my eyebrow was nuanced, and I was a bit depressed.
And We sought out the shadow of Song’s cloud, but heard the voice of the Qur’an, saying, “She has left.” I’m sorry.
He took a deep breath, he was a little restless, he didn’t know whether to explain to me or what, “She’s married, we can’t.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk, my cell phone buzzed twice, and I wondered if Sung-sun had arrived, wanted to open the screen and was caught in the air.
He’s staring at me. It’s a little chilly. “What’s wrong with you lately? I’m sorry.
Looking in his eyes, I understood what he was asking.
The cell phone rang, and a friend noticed the movement here, and the scout looked at us.
I’m slowing down, “Let me take a call first. I’m sorry.
And his lips became a thread, and it took a long time to let go of me.
Sung-shin’s voice was ecstatic: “I am here, at the door of the dining bar. I’m sorry.
I went, “I’m out. I’m sorry.
Then hang up the phone and look at Ling Ling, “Something next time, I’ll…”
I made a call about Sung-sun. “Friends picked me up. I’m sorry.
“…is the weekend free?” I’m sorry.
He looked at me for a while, “We haven’t been out for a long time. I’m sorry.
I’m silent for a moment, say yes.
This time, unlike last time, Ling Ling stood there and saw me and Song’s car leaving his sight.
In the car, I noticed that Sung-shin’s mood was a little eccentric, and he was not even talking.
I was smiling and I said hi to Ling Ling, and I had a boyfriend attitude.
I think I figured something out, and I made him laugh, “Don’t you want to see me? Toothbite so tight. I’m sorry.
SONG Ninh-chun looked at me, “Are we in love now?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he’d ask.
Sung-shin seemed to be disappointed, and then he stopped talking and took me to the door and pulled his head out of his door.
I had an urge to stop him, but finally I pressed him.
As soon as the door was opened, my hand was strangled.
Song’s face is covered in loss, like he’s grinding his teeth. I’m sorry.
And I said, “I want to think about it and give you the answer. I’m sorry.
I’m too attached to feelings. I’m a little scared.
And he was so bright, he said, “You don’t feel for me? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
He bends his lips, bows his head and kisses me in the face, “Well, think about it. I’m sorry.
He took a few steps back and waved at me, “I’ll come to you tomorrow morning for answers. I’m sorry.
I went into the bathroom and I flushed my face with water, and I realized my mouth was always up.
The face is still red.
It’s embarrassing.
I don’t know.
I was late that weekend.
It’s a big idea of time, and I’ve been on a date with him, and I’ve rarely asked him to wait.
It was just that today I fell asleep, the alarm clock couldn’t make me cry, and when Sung-shin woke up, he made me a little bit more than 10 minutes late to the restaurant.
I dropped my bag and sat in front of him and apologized, “Sorry, I’m late. I’m sorry.
Leng measured me for a few seconds. I’m sorry.
I shake my head, drink iced water, irritate the acidic nerves, “overslept.” I’m sorry.
He was holding his hands tight and “um.”
And suddenly I remembered that he had not asked me alone for a long time.
Two years ago, he broke up with Song Yun-yun and asked me to go to Qinghai for a break, and for three days in a row I almost kept my job open and asked the leader to take a vacation and travel with him.
But just the next day, he was called back by a phone call from Song Yun-yun and left me alone in the hotel.
I look at the grey sky above the Qinghai lake before sunrise, I look at the rising and twilight waves of iron, I walk on the long road, and one man takes my vacation.
The waiter brought the menu, he didn’t really like Thai food, which was a rare move.
“In the afternoon at the ice skating hall? He suggested, “I see you don’t look well, you don’t usually have much exercise. Or go to the movies? There’s a nice movie lately. I’m sorry.
I’ve arranged all these activities before, and I’m afraid he’s bored with me, and he’s never bothered.
He’s not very active today, but I’m a little uninterested and messing around with the coffee. I’m sorry.
After saying that, I sensed in my own tone.
I lifted my head up, and I saw the face of the larvae sank.
But he was still smiling, “Let’s go to the movies. I’m sorry.
Less apathy.
It’s kind of weird.
I don’t care about everything about him, I don’t think about him, even when I’m talking to him, and I think he’s a little angry before I go.
Turning back, turning my head, and I saw the lips of the twilight.
It’s dark after the movie.
And We walked in the shades of the forest with Ling, and the cool wind came at night, and a little tenderness.
He said, “Sit at my house. I’m sorry.
“I have to go back. I’m sorry.
I said.
“Then I’ll take you back. I’m sorry.
“No need. I’m sorry.
The foot of Ling Ling suddenly stopped.
And he looked at me in the shadow of a tree, and his voice was soft, and he said, “Where are your thoughts now?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk.
“Song Nobu-kun? Why does he come to pick you up so well every time, you guys…? I’m sorry.
I whispered: “Ling, I have my own life, I may have my own family, my husband and my children.” I couldn’t have been around you like before. I’m sorry.
He’s got a fist in his hand, “So soon he’s getting married?” Song is just an immature child. You’re serious, he’s not like you. I’m sorry.
“You introduced him to me. He’s human, you should know. I said, “And you know how I feel about feelings. I’m sorry.
There was something in the eyes of Ling Ling, and he held my hand and pulled me into his arms.
I’ve only touched his fingers before, and I’m all red, but now he’s holding on to me, and he’s holding on to me, and I don’t have any fluctuations in my chest.
He withdrew a little distance, slowly bowed his head, breeched his breath on my face and held my hand tight.
Almost kissed down.
I feel strange and resistant, and I avoid him.
Ling Ling is standing still.
He was born proud and rarely refused, especially when it came from me.
Almost instantaneous, he was red-eyed and muted, calling my name, “Little-mind.” I’m sorry.
I looked up, and I saw him in his eyes.
I know what he’s afraid of.
For a long time, Ling Ling was the focus of my life.
And I am also a beloved baby of my parents, proud of them, an only daughter who fears that I will be humbled by the semi-difficulties, and has fallen from the back of my back once and for all, and willingly became a spare child, who will trample my love upon my feet.
At the age of 21, Ling was ready to leave the country with Song Yun Yi to avoid separation. On that summer, I was like an empty shell that lost my soul, without a desire to cry, and sat in the window all day long, and when someone came to me, I smiled, and I thought I was well hidden, and no one could see my downside, but my hands were shaking and boiling hot water fell down on my feet.
Dad pounced to take me to the bathroom and opened up the lilies and washed my legs and feet with cold water.
I said Dad, I didn’t mean to. I just lost my strength.
Dad didn’t say a word and his eyes were red.
My heart stinged.
“What is this? Will you live without him?” I’m sorry.
Mom cried at me.
So everyone knows.
They see everything in their eyes, and they are sad for my extraordinary grief as I leave my soul torn apart.
Ling Ling returned alone and Song Yunyun stayed abroad and met his current husband there.
And for six years, they have been with each other on their sides, except Me.
The burns did not scar my leg, but built a fort on my heart, where my loved ones and my self-respect and love.
I’ve never ignored myself or them for a reason.
Even though I still love him.
Around this point, he finally realized that even I was leaving him.
I don’t know.
Back home, Song’s cooking for me.
He was wearing white T-shirts and gray t-shirts, he had a long, thin body, a tiny long sea covered his eyes, and some looked down at me and said, “The food is cold.” I’m sorry.
One word, it softens my heart.
The day after we were together, he confessed to me that he knew that I loved the red line of lint and deliberately asked for it so that I could give up on the lint and put myself in his arms.
But I don’t want to be sad, I’m afraid I hate him, and I regret it so much that I can’t bite myself.
Even if I told him, I don’t love Zip.
Not now, but some time ago, my feelings for him were gradually exhausted in a long torn-and-caw.
But Sung-sun still has some problems and mistakes, and every encounter I have with Ling-sung has caused him to have a high degree of nervous tension. He has learned from nowhere how to make artificial kiss marks. He stands in front of the mirror with an empty bottle, drawing a half-day of a year against his neck, and vows to make a strawberries stamp in front of him to proclaim sovereignty.
I said, “Does it work?” I’m sorry.
He’s browsing, he’s bewildered, “How can it not work?”
“Shall I help you?”
I regret it, because he put me on the couch and put me on the side of his neck and said, “Then you come. I’m sorry.
When I was hot, I actually kissed up there and sucked in a little skin.
Sung-sun couldn’t wait to hum and his body was getting stiffer.
I don’t know how long it takes to make a mark, so I’ve been trying so hard.
“Stop kissing. He’s a bit rude, “I’m afraid I can’t help it.” I’m sorry.
I realized his ears were red and his throat was rolling.
I was too busy to back off, and he kept pressing me and even put a hand in my clothes…
“Can I?” He begged.
I took a breath and I refused, “No…”
“It’s so soft…” His eyes are burning like they’re going to tear me open, bit me on my lip, buried his head on the side of my neck, low breathing, “Lin Eun, you’re soft…”
A few days later, in the evening, I got back from work at the supermarket and met Ling Ling downstairs.
It was late in October, and there was silk in the air, and he was wearing a black coat, and he had a long, tall, and he had a cup of coffee in his hand, and he saw me rubbing my lips.
I noticed that his fingers were slightly red, that outside cars were not allowed in the neighborhood and that he should have been standing for a long time.
Our relationship has never been equal, and I thought that after what happened that day, with his pride and pride, I should not be able to contact me on my own initiative for a long time.
And he came, and his eyes were tired, and he said, “I have something to say to you. I’m sorry.
I smelled a little bit of wine and thought he was hungover again last night.
A few years earlier, he had come down a month for the company ‘ s various dues, came down to the bar and board, when Song Yunyun was still abroad, and he tried so hard to prove himself, without regard for his body and his stomach, before being warned by a doctor.
We saw his pale lips, and he now drinks coffee, which is supposed to be for the sake of stinging.
In the old days, I used to talk about him, and then I pulled some soda cookies, bread, and so on out of the bag and gave him a stomach.
I moved my finger to remember that I had changed my bag, and I didn’t put it in for his stomach condition, the usual medicine and emergency snacks.
I was silent for a moment, saying yes.
When I went upstairs, I poured him a glass of warm water.
He held my hand by his hand and opened his mouth to what he wanted to say.
There was a knock on the door, and I looked at Ling Ling and went to open the door.
Song was in his pajamas, and his hair was messed up, and he held my waist with his eyes open. “These days were so busy, I woke up, I couldn’t get to you. I’m sorry.
He’s been working all night, so I didn’t bother him.
He stood up on the couch, looking straight at him.
Song has seen another person in the room.
He had a quick laugh, “Good afternoon, Brother Ling. I’m sorry.
I know how careful he is to think about it and hold his hand and pull it in. I’m sorry.
Song went to the bag that I put on the tea table with my hand, and took out the same thing from it, with the ttt of Okamoto. Last time it was too tight, I was sick. I’m sorry.
When I didn’t know, Ling Ling had punched him.
Song’s head was missed, his mouth was bruised, and he bled.
He touched him with his hand and laughed, “Lingo, Lin-Ling is my girlfriend. I’m sorry.
He said, “Did you not think about this day when you gave her to me? I’m sorry.
Ling looked down at me, black and red.
I heard myself, “Go away. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
After a while, Ling Ling was around me.
He did not deliberately hide his tracks, but looked at us far away, while I and Sung-shin went shopping, eating, watching movies and walking around the neighborhood after dinner.
Song is not blind, and sometimes his gaze is felt, and he will deliberately kiss my waist on my lips, and then turn his head, and then he will disappear.
I like to eat a hot meal on the road, and the soup is so rich, I can’t go much because it’s too far away, I can’t get a drop, and it’s a shame that Sung-shin was in the shop at Rio.
Recently, however, at noon, someone has been placing a pack of hot rice on the company front desk and asking me to pick it up.
I thought it was a surprise from Sung-sun, who was struck by his side, and he said that he was too busy to get to his feet, even if he had a heart.
So I waited at the front desk for dinner and found it to be Ling Ling’s driver.
I told him I was tired of it. I don’t have to send it anymore.
He noded his head, and he sighed.
Ling Ling called me that night.
There was a light breath on the other side of the phone, which remained quiet for a long time.
I said, “This Saturday, Song is coming to see my parents. I’m sorry.
He just said, “I didn’t think you’d be serious. I’m sorry.
“Ai Niu. He turned his voice down, “I was wrong. If I say I didn’t realize I was wrong until now, do we have a chance? I’m sorry.
“Can you really put down Song Yun-hong?” “I said it quietly.
Six years of chase, it’s not that easy.
“What about you? “What about your feelings for me? I’m sorry.
I’m silent, I’m not talking.
This silence reminds me of two years ago, when I came back from the Qinghai, and I was faced with the twilight of the re-emergence of Song Yunyun, and I asked him this hopelessly and ridiculously. What am I?
And that is how he looked at me silently and silently.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. “Long’s voice is dumb, and smiled, “You know what? The thought that you’d marry Song, sleep with him, kiss him, marry and have children, and that you’d never have my involvement in your life after that. It’s like my heart was cut out by something, and it’s so painful that I’m strangling. I’m sorry.
He murmured, “I didn’t feel like I was going to live in pain when Song Yun-Yun got married. I’m sorry.
“The Wang Qin said that after I was drunk, I kept shouting in my mouth again and again. He thought I was calling Song Yun-yun and even called her from his cell phone until he heard me say your name. I’m sorry.
“From then on, I knew I was finished. I’m sorry.
“Lin Dim, this is the 16th year you and I know. He whispered, “I love you. I’m sorry.
The three words came out of the mouth, and I thought I was going to get high and sleep all night, but the fact was that I slept well that night.
Relent and wavering, let alone thinking and thinking.
When my friend knew, he was going to say a lot of things to wake me up and let me take a stand and see what’s going on, and I was surprised by my calm and he hesitated to ask me if I had not yet responded to what Ling Ling was saying.
When I told Mom and Dad I was taking my boyfriend to see them, they were a little paranoid.
And over the years, We used the degree of lush, and they looked in their eyes, and their hearts were in vain.
It was hard to ask for kindness, but I waited for Ling Ling to come back to me, and I refused and sought another welcome.
Especially that man is Song Yun-yun’s own brother.
It’s hard not to think I’m too jealous to be blacked out and deliberately avenged.
Can you really fall in love with someone in such a short time? I was asked that day.
That’s not true.
And my disappointment over the Qur’an has accumulated over a long period of time, and I fell in love with him only for a moment, but spent 10 years healing his wounds.
Song Xin-chun just showed up, and he cut off my last choreography of Ling Ling Ling, so that I could walk out of my body without ever having a crush and so that I could find myself in love with someone else.
“If you like it, it must be the luckiest thing in the world. I’m sorry.
At my birthday party, Sung-shin had a soft-eyed look and said one thing.
For he is Song Yunyun’s brother, and he sees the three of us in these years, and what happened.
And in the moaning, he looked to the lanterns and said, “Thank you for helping me with the red thread.” I’m sorry.
Ling Qing looked at him, didn’t speak, and held his fist in his hand.
Later, it’s the gift chain.
Every birthday I used to spend days in advance preparing gifts for Ling Ling, and on my birthday he used to say “Happy birthday” to me and hand me a red-dressed, undefeated doll.
This undefeated, I’ve gathered 15.
It’s probably no exception this year, and I smiled and put the box aside, and I didn’t look at it again.
It’s just that today’s lukewarm is a little weird and has been looking at me ever since and trying to stop.
He didn’t even listen to Song Yunyun when he spoke to him. He took a look at me on the stage and moved to me.
But Sung-shin took me away and kissed me on my lips.
I stung and asked him what to do.
He innocently explained, “Does anyone else want me to kiss a girl at the scene?” I’m sorry.
I touched the hot face and just wanted an excuse to hide in the bathroom.
Ling Ling’s gift box was kept in the corner until a few days later, and it was only then that he found out that he was delivering a concubine in a jade.
And remember, this was the first time I made a confession to him, when I was in high school, and I watched a couple of dolls, and I was stupid enough to think that what I did was more meaningful, and I gave it to him on his birthday.
And then I asked, and Lin said he didn’t know where he was.
It’s supposed to be new, and it’s kind of loose, and it looks like it’s coming from him.
“Who sent this? @SongShinshin asks:
Then I saw the name on the gift package, and the smile faded.
I know he likes to be jealous, “I don’t know how he sent this.” I’m sorry.
“No, give it to me. He reached for it.
An hour later, I brushed a circle of friends, and Sung-shin put a concubine around the neck of the Westchester.
I have to say, he’s really a little bad.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
