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In the blink of an eye, the end of the year is approaching, and the Gwangju World Championships are scheduled for July, so Xu Yuan has three days off this time.

Xu Xiaoyin was picked up by Xu's father after the winter vacation, while Fang Mo drove to the training hall in a low-key manner on the afternoon of the 29th, and picked up Xu Yuan in the back street.

Xu Yuan got into the car with a cold air and a mask on.Fang Mo smiled at him: "Are you tired from training?"

Xu Yuan slightly bent the corners of her eyes, and said briskly, "I'm in a good state recently, not bad."

Fang Mo looked around and said to him, "show me the mask."

Xu Yuan was a little confused, took it off and handed it to him: "What's so interesting?"

As soon as he finished speaking, soft lips covered him, and he was kissed.

"The mask can kiss you for so long, I'm jealous." Fang Mo laughed, and reached out to fasten his seat belt for him.

The sun was shining brightly, like a thin layer of gold was plated on his eyelids, Fang Mo looked like a high school student who didn't know much about the world.Xu Yuan's heart moved, she lowered her head and kissed the center of his brow.

Fang Mo blinked, his eyelashes were shaking like gold powder, and he said with a smile, "Did you realize that you love me so much?"

Xu Yuan raised her head, leaned against the pillow, and replied calmly: "Yes."

When we first met, I loved you so much.

More than a year ago, Xu Yuan saw him on the second floor of a book cafe on such a warm evening.

It was still early summer at that time, and the shadows of the sycamore trees were slanting horizontally, leaking on the wooden floor.Cicadas yelled again and again, and the wind leaked in through the crack of the window, blowing the pages of the book on the table.

The sound of cicadas, the sound of flipping books, low voices of conversation, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor were all noisy, but the place felt very quiet.

When Xu Yuan was in junior high school, she was used to sitting alone on the floor of the library, with a book on her lap, leaning against the staggered grid of bookshelves, sitting for a whole afternoon.

That day he came here with a teammate, two thick-skinned men who were exhausted in the team on weekdays, but they were both young people who loved literature, so they took the time to find a nearby bookstore.

Neither of them was particular about it, so they ordered coffee, drank a few sips, and went to the bookshelf to find their favorite books.

The teammate picked the book he liked and sat back on his seat, but Xu Yuan was fascinated by it, and habitually leaned on the wooden shelf to read every page carefully.

Xu Yuan clearly remembered that he was reading "Chunqin Chao" at that time, and he was attracted by the gloomy and beautiful words.

Sasuke and Chunqin are entangled in the book, the words are surging in Xu Yuan's heart, a feeling of anxiety and anticipation makes him nervous.

He closed his eyes, letting the sadness and touch flow in his heart.

At this time, the sound of leather shoes sounded, da da da.

When Xu Yuan opened her eyes, she saw a man walking from the deep red twilight.

He stretched out a pair of beautiful hands from the cuffs he casually rolled up, with slender fingers and well-defined knuckles, and took out a book next to Xu Yuan—almost rubbing Xu Yuan's cheek.

The slightly hot temperature fumigated Xu Yuan, but his face was cold.

The silver needle that Sasuke pierced towards the eyeball seemed to have pierced Xu Yuan's eye.

Alas.Due to the loss of the external vision, instead, the internal vision was opened.

Xu Yuan pushed aside her pure and ignorant self, pushed aside the large reeds deep in her heart, and jumped into the lake of desire/thought blindly.

He found that he was also like Sasuke, trapped in a cage pitifully, hopelessly fascinated by the rippling love in his heart.

"Huh? Are you Xu Yuan?" The man's pleasant voice sounded.

He wears suits and leather shoes with expensive cufflinks, but he wears a casual and frank temperament.

Fang Mo always thought that Xu Yuan was a serious athlete, and a cute little girl who aspired to be the CEO, who liked to sneak into adult clothes like a child, and always dressed in a suit to look mature.

For a moment, Xu Yuan rejoiced at his illusory fame.

"Yes, I'm Xu Yuan."

There is a kind of love that begins with instinctive imitation.Xu Yuan only started wearing a suit from the day she met him.

The author has something to say:

Still short. (╥_╥) My love for thousands of years is throbbing!

It looks like it's over.But I want to plant trees!I still want to write!