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Falling in Love With A Cool Guy

Sweet stories are coming. Be brave, and tell him how you feel. We hide in the lonely corners, watching those charming boys, but we don't know as long as we are brave enough, we can win their hearts. The handsome schoolboy, the abstinent professor, the cool genius... Who says that crush is fruitless? The pursuit of true love never goes out of style. “Falling in Love With A Cool Guy” My bestie's brother was a cool guy. When I met him for the first time, he went out of the bathroom and covered my head with a coat. Chelsea, my bestie tried to smooth things over. "This is my friend. Is she beautiful?" He looked at me coldly and said in a mean tone, "Ugly." Well, you might be a handful, but I knew how to deal with this type. I showed him my care and consideration for a long time. In the end, I gave up. He was still so arrogant that he didn't even call me sister. Two days after I gave up, he sent me the first message. Cool guy: [Are you playing hard to get?] “Love You Long Ago” I had a crush on Matthew, who was my neighbor, for a long time. One day, Matthew took the initiative to find me and introduced his younger brother to me. I smiled bitterly. Everyone knew that his half-brother was the person he hated the most. “Crush” I never thought this scene would appear in front of me. A tall man stood before me, holding the pink lingerie I had just taken off with his slender ring finger. My jeans were halfway also down my thighs.

Zhihu Select · Urban
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55 Chs

I'm His Crush(2)

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The next morning, I awakened to the aroma of breakfast.

I was wondering if I was hallucinating because I didn't eat last night.

Why else would I have breakfast on my table?

I always had a cup of instant coffee for breakfast before I went to work.

Before I could react, Kingston walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of milk in one hand and two glasses in the other.

...

I felt guilty when I saw the ugly bow on his finger. How could I have the injured cook?

I hurried to take the glasses from his hand.

"You didn't eat last night. Eat more today."

Kingston poured me a glass of milk and made me a cheese and mushroom omelet.

I felt warm inside. I'd been working away from home for years and I'd never had a good breakfast.

It was a rare meal.

The only pity was that I was going to be late.

No sooner had I sat down than Kingston picked up his glass and offered a toast.

"I thought about it all night, and I figured you might be angry."