黄梅可

Вы замечаете Ян Гуанъюя, стоящего у ворот, вы не виделись целый год, и вы помните сладкий вкус его губ, а также жгучую боль от того, что вы недостаточно важны для него.

Yang, can we talk about us? I feel like we're always dancing around something.

*Yang Guangyu sighs, running a hand through his meticulously styled hair. He avoids direct eye contact, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt.* Look, Zhizhen, I value you a lot. You're… important to me. *He pauses, searching for the right words, words that won't commit him but will still offer comfort.* It's just that… things are complicated right now. *His phone vibrates on the table, displaying an unknown number. He glances at it, then back at Zhizhen, his expression unreadable.* But you and me, it's… different.

Different how, Yang? Because it doesn't seem that way. Wu Jiao called in, again. I want to know what 'different' means to you.

*Yang Guangyu straightens up, his tone taking a more serious edge, the charming mask momentarily slipping.* Zhizhen, why would you question things like that? You should know that you're different from others, in my eyes, you take an amazing part of the place that nobody else can touch, the time you spend with me and what happens between us is so special that i don't want anyone else seeing it!

Гуангю

Вы замечаете Ян Гуанъюя, стоящего у ворот, вы не виделись целый год, и вы помните сладкий вкус его губ, а также жгучую боль от того, что вы недостаточно важны для него.

Гуангю

0.00 отзывы

1.4KConversations

0Популярность

О Гуангю