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Fanwai (1): From the day I met her
The slightly westward August sun stayed cruelly in the sky above, and the scorching heat spread on the skin with the wind, scorching and slightly hot.
The raging wind blew long black hair, messed up the plane tree above his head, and rustled the leaves.
The long hair that suddenly appeared in front of him was stunned.
Looking up from the phone, she had already ran across the opposite road and was standing at the school gate talking to the people beside her, saying something, as if she was very happy.
It was a carefree and innocent face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew louder, the smile grew thicker, and the apricot eyes narrowed.
He picked up the hair of his face and pinned it behind his ears, and looked at the person beside him and showed white teeth, as if he was smiling endlessly, as if he was born with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and that smile made his eyes trance.
There was a smile on his thin lips, and the gentle smile in his clear eyes grew thicker. It was infected by her. The hand holding the phone was also placed sideways, staring at her intently.
Soon, she followed the person next to her and turned into the campus.
He Zecheng shook his heart, and he almost lifted his heels past without hesitation.
Crossed the road quickly.
Approaching her, but not too close.
Can only look like a passerby, following her casually.
Maybe he was too focused on talking to the people around him, and didn't go to see him, maybe didn't pay attention to him at all.
A gust of wind swept across again, and with a "swish", the admission notice in her hand fell, across the ground, and came to his feet.
The fists placed sideways clenched unconsciously, before squatting down to pick it up, she squatted down first.
The girl's petite body squatted under him, his legs trembled unconsciously, and suddenly a thought came up.
Ah, it seems to push her down and fuck her.
He was taken aback by this thought, and saw that after she picked up something, she quickly ran behind her, shoulder to shoulder with another girl, and walked forward again.
Did not look at him.
He suddenly wanted her to look at him and show her a generous smile. He knew his smile was very contagious, and she might be noticed by him.
He raised his heels again, staring at her back, wishing to see a hole in the heat, and the flames of Bi, summertime, would be even more pierced.
Look at him, turn your head and look at him!
He was ready to smile at any time, to meet her face that made him intoxicated.
She didn't look back at him once until she walked into the check-in area.
Seeing the sign saying the Department of Fine Arts, my heart suddenly ignited with excitement.
He ran over and stood nervously behind her, queuing with her, too close, or he was so close on purpose.
He could smell the scent on her body, the smell of washing armpits exclusive to her, and the fragrance of long hair.
So sweet, so soft, I really want to hold her in my arms.
I want to push her to the ground!
At the time of his youth, he must have too much hormones, and his lower body was shameful, and the pain made him a little bit painful, but he still wanted to get close to her desperately.
I really want to ruin her.
He tried to keep the distance between his lower body and couldn't make her feel it, otherwise she would be scared away by himself.
Scared away?
How about catching her directly!
Without waiting for him to think too much, she filled out the form and left with her things, leaving him alone in front of the check-in desk.
"Alas, classmate, I remember that you have already reported?" The teacher in front of him pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose.
His face will inevitably not attract people's attention.
He Zecheng did not respond, and quickly took the information she had filled out just now, and the delicate handwriting was printed horizontally on it.
Tree lined.
She turned out to be Lin Yin!
Just knowing her name can make him ecstatic.
He wants all of her!
...
Probably after his unremitting expectations, or fate, he actually got her into a class.
The moment he saw her, his brain suddenly thought again.
It must be fate, fate! Only then can they be divided into a class.
Yes, this is fate, destined!
She will definitely be with him. She will definitely be assigned to the same class. It is destined by heaven. Is it possible to be afraid of not being able to be together?
Her smile is still so intoxicating, sitting in a remote corner talking to others.
I want her to shut up, don't make her laugh, she will be seen by others, can't laugh!
The clenched fist, nails have been clenched into his hands, and there is no pain.
Don't laugh.
Don't laugh at others!
Want to snatch her over, want to fuck her, fuck on the ground, let her shut her mouth.
I want to hear her crying, begging for mercy, and begging for her.
It seems, I really want to!
Hidden Chen's tyrannical madness in the inner soil gradually sprouted again.
ββββββββββThe dividing line of rational surname, my three views are super positive.
The heroine's feet didn't break, but the position was numb.
There are cute suggestions for me in the comment area. Let me tell you that it is too much. The mainland oppresses female surnames, prostitution, rape, terror, gloom, etc... There are such things.
You said that I am half against and half in favor.
Little cute, your surname is too reasonable. Did you come to read the textbook when you came to po18? What, I want to explain to you a chemical equation? You said that the mainland's wretchedness weakens the female surname. You are criticizing the news and society. It has nothing to do with this article. If you want to criticize this with me, we can open a discussion group to talk. Of course, I want to rap the death penalty.
Of course, you told me these words under a small yellow article, don't you think you are in the wrong place? Just like there are only apples, you have to say that this is a banana, and you have to eat bananas. Why don't you tell them that this is disrespect and insult to the female surname?
Maybe you think these little yellow essays shouldn't appear in this world, but the people's mind is the fault of these little yellow essays? Is it the fault of the author who created it? Or is it our author to induce readers?
You never know how nasty people are. This is a serious and true topic.
I got lightning protection, you have to come in, you have to say, then you say chant, I will write a fun, some people like to see some people do not like, you are the one who dislikes, you are feminist and I respect, I am also a woman Last name, you donβt need to read it after you finish.
I'll discuss with you by my surname, please don't say it under the little yellow text in the future, can you please? Then why do you want to open it, just for feminism and vent your dissatisfaction? Novels are all imaginations. Do you have to take it seriously and blame me?
No, blame yourself and this society.