The love of killing pigs

"That happened in summer. I fell in love with you at first sight, and you also liked me, and then we were together."

Jiang Chuannong likes this kind of story that lacks succession and transformation. There is no sorrow and reluctance, only two people and endless cicadas.He was lying on the sofa, looking at the other person's beautifully curved jaw, and a cool breeze was blowing all over his body, which was rare in the hot summer season, which was refreshing and sweet.

"I'll pass you a little note during class."

"What's written on it?"

"Student Xiaojiang, stop pretending to listen to the lecture." Qin Yan paused, "I want to fuck you."

[...slightly...]