That feeling is a little too hot, and that feeling will be directly vented through this painting and the details of the characters in the painting. One point less, but not enough to express the feelings in the heart of the person who painted this picture. So this kind of just right contradiction adds something different to the whole painting.
"Jiang Che, do you walk without making a sound?"
He Wan was suddenly startled by the person behind her. But soon she realized that Jiang Che seemed to be walking without making a sound. He Wan knew this even with her eyes closed.
"How about it?"
"I didn't draw you ugly."
After Jiang Che finished speaking, although He Wan had already mentally prepared that these two paintings were drawn by Jiang Che, but after he finished speaking, He Wan was still slightly taken aback.
"The painting is not bad."
"I'm tired, you go out."
He Wan wanted to avoid Jiang Che, because the more she knew about Jiang Che, the more she felt that she was not worthy of that affection. And now even she herself doesn't know what she is thinking. Jiang Che is undoubtedly the one who understands her best, and the one who can take care of her best. In my world, there is no love for no reason at all, and there is no hatred for no reason at all. He Wan never believed that someone would like someone to such an extent, anyway, she would not.
"Well, Miss He, call me if you have something to do."
Surprisingly, Jiang Che didn't say much, but was about to leave.
"etc."
"Um?"
Jiang Che turned sideways slightly.
He Wan: "Don't call me Miss He from now on, it's not like I don't have a name."
Jiang Che: "Oh."
"Then what should I call you?"
He Wan: "Call my sister."
"it's out of the question."
"Thenthen you can call me whatever you want, but you can't call me Miss He. I don't like these three words."
He Wan didn't like such alien words when they came to He Wan's ears. Moreover, she could feel that Jiang Che was doing it on purpose.
"Then call your girlfriend?"
He Wan: "Don't go too far."
Jiang Che: "Wan Wan?"
He Wan: ""
The corners of Jiang Che's mouth rose slightly, "I haven't said the name I want to call out yet, but I believe that one day I will say the name I want to call out."
He Wan: "Really?"
"Then you can look forward to that day."
Lying on the bed, He Wan's head was in a mess. She originally didn't want to think about those things related to Jiang Che, but things backfired. Whenever you don't want to think of a person, you will think of him more, and after thinking of him, your mind will become clearer and clearer.
He Wan rolled a few times on the bed a little irritatedly, and then covered herself under the quilt again. He Wan took a few deep breaths, and the quilt was filled with a pleasant light fragrance, which He Wan often smelled from Jiang Che.
What exactly does he mean?
Really like yourself?
But how long can this love last?
Eh, no.
The words pieced together on the fireworks don't seem to be liking, not just liking, it should be something deeper than liking. what is that?
He Wan continued to wander in her mind, and suddenly thought of the word love. After thinking about it, He Wan quickly patted her face.
how can that be possible?
It's because I think too much, how could he love me.
It must be because I think too much.
Just like that, He Wan fell asleep amidst the extremely tangled contradictions. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com