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Chapter 129 Beautiful Dreams
When I was taking the political exam, I heard that Chu Yao was very close to a very beautiful girl in the school.This news was spread by many people, will Chu Yao have a girlfriend?What kind of girl can make him tempted?

The answer is: Aya.

But no one knows.

After the last exam, it was after nine o'clock in the evening. My mother and dad came to pick me up and went home. Nothing happened very peacefully. I didn't even see Aya during the exam.

When I got home, I fell on the bed. I was really tired after several days of exams. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was the shadow of Chu Yao. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of it.

Hey, I am really poisoned too deeply, Chu Yao is really incurable and highly poisonous, no, it is an addictive poppy.

I thought about a lot of things, I thought about Aya and I, I thought about Chu Yao and I, the three of us are really a strange combination, the inexplicable fate brings us together.

Drowsy, and finally about to fall asleep.In the haze, I heard Chu Yao's voice shouting in my ear: "Lin Ling! I love you!"

It's a dream, it's a dream...

But the voice became clearer and clearer, so clear that no one could think it was a dream.

"Lin Ling! Lin Ling! I love you!"

My mother opened the door of my room, with a dignified expression, and said to me softly: "Don't be afraid, your father will go down and have a look."

I just woke up and sat up suddenly!
Not a dream! ?

I rushed to the window!if!If it's really not my dazzle, it's really not my dreaming!Then—the young man downstairs standing in the heart shape surrounded by fireworks and holding a big bouquet of red roses is—Chu Yao!
I hope it’s really not a dream, I rubbed my eyes hard, and looked hard, it’s really Chu Yao!

He raised his head and saw me, and he smiled softly like a spring breeze.

"I love you," he said, and I heard it!

This is really a beautiful dream.

The face suddenly felt hot and humid, and was soon blown cold by the wind.

He looked at me, deeply in his eyes, as if he had sealed a century of sadness, suffocating melancholy.

(End of this chapter)