School Hunk Falls in Love with Her

The green bamboo shoots in front of the villa were rustling …

The petals of a few snow-white octopus trees floated down with the wind. They rotated in a beautiful arc and emitted a clear fragrance. They landed on the cobblestone path that the trees passed by …

Xuan thought of a poem by Xi Murong:

How can I let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this

I've been begging before Buddha for five hundred years

Begging for Buddha lets us form a kind of earthly destiny

Buddha then turned me into a tree

Growing up by the side of the road where you have to pass

Sunshine

Be careful to bloom full of flowers

All my hopes from my past life

As you approach

Please listen carefully

The trembling leaf

is the passion I'm waiting for...

Xuan, looking at the watchers in the night sky, smiled with satisfaction. He turned to Little Feng and said, "There's still some congee in the kitchen. If you take a bowl over, I'll try it too …"

As he looked at the bright colored congee, he smiled and said, "Little Feng, give me a bowl of the congee that I made …"

Just as he was about to put a spoonful of the soup into his mouth, he realized, with a "Hua La" sound, that after tasting it, Little Feng threw the entire bowl onto the ground and shattered it …

"Young master, this porridge, this porridge …"

Little Feng's face was completely red as he began to find the right words to say.

"What happened to the congee?"

Xuan Gang was about to eat it, but was stopped by Little Feng.

"Young master, you should stop eating …" "Not for you …"

Xuan lowered his eyes as if he understood something. "Wood can eat, so why can't I?"

However, as soon as he swallowed it, he vomited it out.

He spread his hands and felt a sweet and bitter smile on his face. He then murmured to himself, "Wood, I like you. I can't control myself."

The candlestick was dark and lonely.

The moment he returned, he felt that the atmosphere was different.

"The day after tomorrow, come meet someone with me …"

Zou En, seeing that Mu Mu came home so late at night, turned around sadly and walked into the bedroom alone.

The flickering candlelight made him handsome. Pull the shadow, put on a layer of silent sadness fog; golden. Her hair was still streaked with white flour.

Wood, face full of shock, when she saw that the 18 candles on the birthday cake had burned out, the waxy yellow oil had all flowed into the double layer cake …

The originally beautiful cake and lace was burnt beyond recognition by the candles...

He's waiting for my birthday? How long have you been waiting? Why didn't you explain it to me?

Or did he want to give me a surprise...

Wood, fell into the sofa, looking at the cake has been candle crying flowers in a daze...

Uncle Hong walked out of the hall and sighed.

"Wood, it's so late. We still have to go to class tomorrow. Hurry up and go to sleep." Young Master's cake was originally very meticulously made, it took him an entire afternoon … We wanted to help, but he said there was no need … "

"I understand, uncle …"

"Wood, uncle, thank you. Thank you for changing the young master …" "But Young Master is sometimes as sensitive as a child, so please love that heart …"

"Mm …"

The wood gently picked up a small piece with its fingers and put it in its mouth. There was a sweetness in it that seeped into her heart, into her bone marrow, and into her blood; then, without realizing it, the tears welled up in her eyes.

This poem probably spoke of such a state of mind.

Sleep came. Wood curled up on the sofa and slowly fell asleep.

In fact, she was beginning to feel scared. She found herself paying more and more attention to Zorn's feelings. If she graduated, would she really have to leave this "vampire" castle?

Could he bear it? Could he bear it? Could he really bear it?

Why does my heart hurt so much …

The door of the main suite opened a crack, and then a proud and imposing figure walked out. He slowly approached the log, and gently squatted down, lifting his powerful hands to touch her tender skin. Then, he picked her up and stuck her face to his, with his rich and magnetic voice, he slowly said, "Hua Chi …" Do you like me? But, I find that I don't like you as much as I like you... "What should I do …"