After wearing a book, the sick villain hugged me and begged for a kiss

Chapter 350

I've noticed you since my first placement in high school.

I used to think that the romance novels I read were meaningless, but when I met you, I completely believed in those absurd and illogical romance novels.

There is no logic in liking you.

Cute, simple-minded, generous, not very pretty.

Cha Cha, I like your cuteness and generosity.

I like someone secretly, because I am afraid that I will not be a friend if I say it out, and I am also afraid that my ending will be like this.

So I secretly liked it for a long time alone.

The root of liking is deep in my heart and has accompanied me throughout high school.

I watched you smile, rolled your eyes, and jumped around in anger. I was so fascinated that I couldn't look at other girls.

I like to tease you on purpose to see you puff up and puff up, cute like I like all of your looks.

At the age when grass grows and Yingfei flies, it is so itchy to meet someone who can affect your emotions.

I finally understand why in romance novels, the author's domineering president always says that the heroine is like a kitten scratching him.

Because it's really itchy and hard to bear.

I like to shoot crimes as fiercely as the tide of the Qiantang River. When I stood on the bridge, I either fell down, or I was completely cold by the tide before I reached the bottom.

We are in the third year of high school and have graduated. We don't have to worry about the heavy academic work on campus, and we don't have to worry about being caught in love because we are still on campus. We are free.

One week after the college entrance examination, I invited you to the dairy restaurant we often go to.

I bought the strawberry milk cap that you like to drink early, you are always on time, and this time, you rushed to order it too.

To be honest, it stands to reason that your temper is a bit silly, silly, and funny, and everyone is relaxed when they are with you.

When I saw you that day, I was still so nervous that my palms were sweating, my heart was beating fast, and I couldn't relax at all.

Maybe it's because I've anticipated, anticipated what you're going to say, and my awkward yet polite smile.

"It's okay. Feelings should be taken slowly. It's not a big problem. Take your time. Don't rush." ​​More than the embarrassment of being rejected, I was at a loss and didn't know what expression to use.

This sentence has become a sentence that I will say every time I confess to you after my failure in this confession.

I have always known that you don't like me, and you don't mean that to me at all.

However, liking you is beyond my control.

You exist in the world, scratching my whole body itches.

Words that are widely circulated have their reasons for spreading, and once some words are spoken, even friends don't have to do them.

After accumulating courage for three years and anticipating the result early, I still said it.

I'm afraid if I don't say it, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

"Well, we can't be lovers, can we still be friends?" I asked you when the date left that day, and you agreed.

It's just that sometimes what is said is not the same as what is done.

You started not to reply to the messages I sent, you started to perfunctory my greetings, and you didn’t answer any of the things I gave you because I was kind to you.

I remember, you said that you may never have friends in your life, because you think that friends are like gods.

I'm not a god, you just agreed to me casually for the sake of face.

I send you messages every day, afraid of missing your messages, I dare not mute my phone at any time, just to reply to your messages as soon as possible, even though you only reply with one sentence: "Yeah."

I can also tell you endless trivia just because of an "um".

"You also have your own business. Sometimes I am busy when I send frequent messages. There is no need to send messages every day."

This is the longest message you have sent me since I confessed my love to you.

"Okay." I replied.

You are still cold, I am still hot, I know I can't melt you, but... I... I don't know what's wrong with me, I will definitely stick to you by chance.

I like it, it's so humble, it takes time to send a message to her in a humble way.

He is so humble that he has to think twice about giving her something for her own good.

He is so humble that he can't bear the itch and doesn't want other girls to scratch him.

I like you, I really like you, I don't know why I like you, and I don't know how to keep my heart from being cautious all the time, and I don't know how to relieve the itching.

I like it, it's really exactly the same as what was written in the novel, it's confusing and unbearable.

(End of this chapter)