You found him in the distance, deliberately carrying him, and then peeped at him when he was inadvertently, without a trace.
The second type of contact:
You inquire about his name, some anecdotes, and some rumors, but all are divergent. However, the most important thing is that he is still single, eh.
The third type of contact:
In the dining room, you see him from a distance holding his food tray and looking over.
You lowered your head, crossed half a cherry with your right hand, and stopped swallowing.
He really walked towards you, pressing step by step.
You close your eyes, sip your drinking straw with your trembling lips, and let the frozen lemon tea whirl around.
He seems to have stopped, but he just falls by your side. Your heart calls you: "Puff-Puff-"
You hold your breath and condense. It is better to be still when you move, and still be better than quiet.
Bad for a long time, you won't move, he won't move, can't bear it.
You took the stage and asked him, "You want to order it? Martian!"
"Miss Venus, didn't you capture my heart early in the morning. I came to surrender to you."
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