Sweet, Although Short

Half a month later, Zhuang Ze and Zhou Yunchen participated in a math competition together.

Zhuang Ze thought it was ridiculous, Zhou Yunchen had a good grade, and he could take it for granted. What is he?

Well, since he liked Yunchen last week, he has loved everything he likes, including boring math.

Mathematics is not love. As long as you treat it wholeheartedly, it will return your beautiful fruits.

After the competition, the team leader took them to dinner, and Zhuang Ze sat with Zhou Yunchen for the first time.

He can now control himself, and can do nothing to look at him at all. Just being so close, my heart was still beating a bit faster, and the unspeakable happiness made the food in front of me extremely delicious.

He did not know what a table person said, but he remembered clearly what Zhou Yunchen said.

He and him.

Zhuang Ze was very grateful for his memory. He remembered it clearly and made it clear. He saw the smile on the corner of Zhou Yunchen's mouth. He felt that he was closer to him. It was good.

Everyone drank, Zhuang Ze had a good drink, and Zhou Yunchen had a good drink.

The people at the table were drunk, and they were sober. No, he should not be sober. He felt that Zhou Yunchen had been watching him. He felt that Zhou Yunchen's gaze stuck to him. He felt that Zhou Yunchen wanted to talk to him.

I must be drunk, otherwise how could there be such a wonderful dream.

When leaving the hotel, a touch of gold in the night pierced Zhuang Ze like a root thorn.

Luo Huiyan ran over, her cheeks were crimson, and her eyes were full of water vapor: "I don't love him, I just want to anger you, let's make up, let's make good."

If Zhuang Ze was struck by lightning, that bit of drunkenness had completely disappeared, and his dream had awakened, and the pain in reality made him embarrassed.

Zhou Yunchen looked at him, and at a glance he saw his pale face and trembling lips, and made the pain and unwillingness in his eyes clear.

Zhou Yunchen pursed her lips tightly, not even realizing the girl flew into his arms.

Luo Huiyan was buried happily in his chest, and the sweetness of the corner of his mouth turned into poison, corroding Zhuang Ze's chest.

Zhuang Ze smiled reluctantly: "I ... I'll send them back."

Zhou Yunchen expressionless: "Yes."

Zhuang Ze turned and left, sincerely envious of the drunk, how good he is, even if disaster strikes, there is no fear.