The Queen of Romance: A Summer of Sweet Classics

Chapter 174 Boredom
In the evening, Lin Xiaoya was watching a beauty show in the living room, while Su Shaoxuan was taking a shower.

When Su Shaoxuan came out wiping his hair, Lin Xiaoya waved at him: "Come on, look, the beauties you men think of are largely man-made."

Su Shaoxuan frowned, looked at the model being put on makeup on the TV, and said, "There are differences between people who put on makeup."

Lin Xiaoya continued: "By analogy, your elegant posture outside is also a fake."

Su Shaoxuan sat down: "You can also think this way, makeup is for appreciation, elegance is also for appreciation, but how did you come up with such an extreme idea."

"This is called extreme. I once said that love in life is just the result of a certain period of strong hormone secretion. It is really ignorant."

"Where's the hair dryer?"

"Su Shaoxuan, it's really annoying that you changed the subject."

It was rare for Lin Xiaoya to be excited to debate, but Su Shaoxuan extinguished it like this. She was very unwilling to do so. After sitting for a while, she took out her laptop and entered her desolate, grassy space, planning to write an article.

The enchanting eyes of the round moon.

It's really just a bumpy rock make-up face.

I remember when I was in junior high school, I was obsessed with a certain TV series for a while. At that time, I didn’t think sleep was the most precious, so I set the alarm to watch TV at 3 o’clock in the middle of the night, and went back at 5 o’clock to continue my appointment with Zhou.When I saw it again later, I felt that the TV series was ugly.

Waking up in the middle of the night just for a TV, to put it nicely, it's called passion.

To put it too much, it is called impulsiveness.

Passion has no limits, impulsiveness is the devil.

Some things always seem to be too beautiful in a place that is out of reach, so there is a saying that "still holding a pipa and half covering your face".

I have never understood the true meaning of "The Princess and the Pea", but I know that the prince is the dream of 80.00% of girls.

But it's just a dream.

There is always a huge gap between reality and dreams.

If Wang can also be mass-produced, it is like diamonds that are full of eyes suddenly become rhinestones.

Still beautiful indeed, but sadly mass-produced.

Sometimes we are struggling to pursue a goal, but in fact it is just a dream.

If that can be a motivator, great.

Dreams are sometimes like the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden. If you accept the temptation, you need to pay for reality.

Having achieved the dream, why not destroy it.

When reality forces us to drift away, then accept it.

When Lin Xiaoya finished writing this passage, Su Shaoxuan's voice suddenly came from behind: "I'm a little lacking in thought, but my literary talent is good."

Lin Xiaoya shuddered on her back, and was almost scared to death by him: "Didn't you go to sleep?"

"You are typing so loudly on the keyboard, how can I sleep!"

"Then don't go to sleep." Lin Xiaoya turned her head, appreciating what she wrote carefully.

"Why do you keep flirting with me and writing such sour articles recently? Is this the so-called excessive hormone secretion?"

"It's profoundly good."

"No, I think my composition was always good at thinking deeply."

Lin Xiaoya sneered: "That means your writing is not good at all."

"If you have a good literary talent, why do you need a secretary?"

Lin Xiaoya stared at him with wide eyes. He actually knew the classic sayings of Daoming Temple, and he could learn and use them flexibly, just like a story that happened in "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".

"Why do you open your eyes so wide? Am I so old-fashioned? My cousin kept saying this when she lived in my house."

Lin Xiaoya withdrew her so-called big eyes and began to modify the article.

Su Shaoxuan seemed to be invigorated: "You even take care of an article so meticulously, you have never cared about me, your boyfriend."

Lin Xiaoya paused for 3 seconds, and said slowly, "Is your hair dry?"

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(End of this chapter)