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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.

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Hazel's Dreams(4)

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After I woke up this time, I couldn't recall anything at all.

There was no shyness, no sweetness, and no expectation.

It was just full of anger.

Although I knew that it was only a dream, I still couldn't control my anger.

It seemed that I didn't really understand Brian at all. He was kind and handsome, but he still cheated on me behind my back.

It was the weekend, so I didn't have school today. Otherwise, I would have rolled my eyes at him if I was at school.

In the afternoon, Avery called me. She said that she had two tickets for a concert and asked me to accompany her.

Before the concert started, I gave Avery a brief retelling of those dreams. I was eager to talk about them, hoping that she could help me analyze why I kept having the same dream.

I told her that I really couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. They felt very real.