I especially like naive boys, that is, those boys who are tall, fair-skinned and have a sunny smile but are a little overbearing to me. They often turn over and press me against the wall to kiss me after I intentionally make him jealous, and then go out and treat other girls with a cold face at my request.
If I want to control my short hair, I want to wear a hair rope on my hand. Once when we went out together, a girl accosted him when I went to the bathroom. He didn't speak, pointed to the hair rope on his hand and automatically ignored the girl. No matter how dead he sleeps at night, as long as I ask, baby, do you love me?
Say love and hold me in your arms. Although he didn't know anything when asked the next day. I like to let him watch TV dramas with me. Every time I watch a TV series, he looks at me. No matter how ugly I am, I have greasy face and crazy acne, he doesn't care. He always likes to stare at my face, then kiss me, hug me, blow in my ear and say, sister, I like you very much.
I like him. I really like him. But to be fair, if I choose again, I won't choose to grow up with him. There is a simple reason. I can't bear his full love and our long-standing mutual understanding. He is two years younger than me and regards me as the center of life. I am very touched, grateful and helpless.
I was surrounded by his news every day, and then I was greeted by countless news bombardments and complaints. When I am busy, I like to write quietly at home alone. He always tells my family that it won't affect me but watch. Actually, one more person really affects me. I talked to him well, in exchange for doubts and emotions.
During the Chinese New Year, no matter what you are doing, you don't ask, don't tell, and start playing WeChat videos without reminding. If I don't answer, I'll just call, one by one, until you answer. The reason for every news bombing is to miss you. I couldn't take it anymore, and then I broke up.