After Ander's romantic and affectionate confession, he sent a eloquent love letter with several pages the next day, including poems and pictures, and even folded a few rose petals with originality. I proudly took it back to the dormitory and read it aloud.

I circulated it in the dormitory. The roommates were filled with envy, jealousy, and praise, praising Ande for being handsome, handsome, and talented. I am a lucky Cinderella.

Ande and I started to go to the cafeteria and classroom as a team, and started a formal date in the evening. Although we had experienced so much before, when we walked together as ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend, it was inevitable that I would bring my little one with me.

A little nervous and shy.

It was already late autumn, and the night was slightly cool. There was a thick layer of fallen leaves, which made it feel more comfortable to step on. The two people who usually liked to joke had no topic to talk about at this moment. In addition to being filled with joy, there was also a trace of insecurity.

I was tangled in my heart. I walked quickly with my head down, stretching my legs from time to time to shake off the fallen leaves stuck to my shoes, as if this way I got rid of my inner uneasiness. Ander followed a few steps away, and looked at her with an awkward smile when she occasionally looked back.

eyes.

Ander suddenly took a few steps to catch up and grabbed her hand without any warning. I was shocked and pulled it out without thinking. Then, I slowly reached out and held his hand, and my heart blossomed.

The sweetest yet uneasy smile.

Under the dim street light, my face was very hot. I thought it must be like a ripe apple. Ander pretended not to see it and hummed briskly. My heaving chest and hot cheeks were reflected in Ander's cheerful singing voice and long voice.

After a long walk, I slowly calmed down a bit.

I clearly felt that the hand holding mine was so warm, and the feeling like the spring breeze spread to her heart. Finally, I waited for this day.

I have relied on these warm and strong hands since then. Throughout my college years, if Ander didn't hold her hand for several days in a row, I would feel inexplicably empty and uneasy.

Ander's singing gradually became low and stopped, and he just held my hand and walked quietly. The moon was particularly bright tonight, and the breeze ruffled a few strands of my hair. Ander used his free hand to help her tidy it up.

Unconsciously, the voices on both sides became thinner, and we had already reached the "couple zone" without realizing it. A pair of young lovers were cuddling together sweetly, either whispering or kissing passionately. This scene

It quickly made Ender's heart feel hot.

"Me," he whispered in her ear, "Look," he silently pointed at the kissing couple. A burst of warm breath slipped past her ear, and I trembled, "Yeah" and nodded.

Keep going.

Seeing that I was unmoved, Ander pulled me to the spot with a lost expression on his face, and before I could react, our lips were tightly pressed together.

I initially felt a little panicked and wanted to push him away, but his hands were tightly controlled by him. I had to close my mouth and eyes tightly, allowing his probing tongue to do whatever he wanted on her lips.

Ender was in a stalemate for a while and had to leave. He asked with some frustration: "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

I shook my head: "No, this is too fast." Although I have imagined such a scene countless times, when it actually comes, I can't help but feel a little uneasy. Is happiness coming too fast and losing it too easily? "And I feel

, you should kiss my forehead first."

Ander burst into laughter, maybe because of my simplicity, but also because of my unrealistic imagination. He suppressed his laughter and said, "So you want me to kiss you on the face first. It's simple, and then you can kiss me again."

"After saying that, he quickly tapped my forehead with his lips. Seeing that the evil smile on his lips quickly spread after his conspiracy succeeded, I was embarrassed and had no choice.

When Ander sent me to the downstairs of the dormitory, he just said "Bye" and kissed me secretly on her face, humming happily and left. I rubbed the kissed face and touched myself lightly again.

The soft lips of that domineering kiss kept lingering in my mind.

As soon as I entered the dormitory, the text message rang, from Ander: I am very happy, how about you?

Before she could reply, she followed up with another message: Haha, no need to answer, you must be very happy too. Today’s kiss was so sweet, what do you think?

I smiled silently and licked my lips slowly. When Ander took away my first kiss in a predatory way, the indescribable softness really made me feel sweet that cannot be described in words, almost ignoring the slightest trace.

Attention panic.

But at that time, I obviously didn't intend to answer this question so honestly. I don't know if it was the girl's reserve or my inherent thinking that had not kept up with the times. I was always so conflicted. I replied: I don't feel it.

She thought about how discouraged he would look when faced with these words, but she didn't expect that he quickly replied: It doesn't matter, try again tomorrow.

The wicked and proud smile on the corner of his lips loomed under this line of words. I gently rubbed my lips with my hand, and took a look in the mirror. It didn't turn red. I felt that she was

A little bit different.
Chapter completed!