"What?" Chengmei dropped her chopsticks silently, and it took a long time before she responded with a trembling voice.
"I said it because I like you. From the first time I saw you in the branch, I knew I liked you. I like you when you show off your teeth and claws, and I also like the quiet and friendly you in front of me."
Chengmei stopped talking as if the mute button had been pressed. Ming Yao sneered slightly and then took a step closer.
"Look at my outfit, haven't you sensed my feelings for you? Not only did I go to the kitchen myself, but I also dressed up in your favorite look."
"Ah! Ah - this..."
"I am sincere to you. In fact, I have always wanted to ask you, can we try to date?"
It took Chengmei some time to figure out what Mingyao had been thinking. But as the words lingered on her lips, Chengmei swallowed them back. Because there were crimson dimples in Ming Yao's eyes, the outline of his face, and the corners of his mouth.
Yucheng sighed silently and gently closed the door that had been half opened unknowingly. He did this not because he was shrinking, but because Chengmei, who was not far away, was gradually showing a cute smile. She His eyes were shining like Ming Yao standing in front of him. Yucheng remembered the definition of love that Chengmei always believed in. If a person not only consciously raises the corners of his mouth when facing another person, but also has ripples in his eyes, that is love. The corners of Ming Yao's mouth were downturned at the beginning, but now they are catering to Cheng Mei and become a charming look, and even his slightly worried and gloomy eyes are shining brightly again.
Outside the door, Yucheng slowly lowered his head and bent his knees. Suddenly, the biting cold wind swept through Yucheng's body again. Yucheng pressed the back of his head against the door, and his body kept twitching. Although he didn't make a sound, his heart was crying...
"this…"
Chengmei, who instantly suppressed her smile, lowered her head silently. After thinking about it for a while, her face couldn't help but become shy. The eyes were as hazy as darkness, and the sound and look of his breathing were slow, and they spread all over Ming Yao's body unconsciously. Yucheng, on the other hand, slumped weakly outside the ajar door, and when he secretly glanced at Chengmei's eyes, tears began to flow in his eyes...
On a windless night, there is white snow dancing and floating on the eaves like cherry blossoms...
Just like the moonlight that night, it was silent and gray. In the attic of the church not far away, the sound of bells also seemed to stir up the guilt and sadness in the hearts of the three people.
"Hahaha!"
Poor Ming Yao was almost going crazy with anxiety. His breathing sounded like hair, his face gradually turned blue, and the moisture in his eyes was as urgent as the night dew that was about to disappear. However, Chengmei leaned forward and backward at an inappropriate time.
