A Midsummer Night’s Letter

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Xu Jing first saw Shen Yan in the summer after the high school entrance examination. The man came out of the elevator, with a tall and straight figure and a casual temperament, but his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were all cold, as if he could not be happy anymore.
With a casual glance, Xu Jing, who was locked at the door of his house, watched the man walk straight into the next room, and the door closed with a deafening sound.
From then on, Xu Jing was very unhappy with this neighbor.
On the day of the freshman report, Xu Jing stepped into the classroom on time, but when he turned around, he saw a familiar figure sleeping on the table by the window, with long legs slightly bent, lazy posture, and white and slender fingers resting tiredly on the back of his neck.
Xu Jing: “……?”
Damn, it’s haunting me.
The two people’s fates are in conflict, and they adhere to the principle of using force rather than words, and they have become thorns in each other’s eyes.
Until that time when Shen Yan deliberately fell and Xu Jing kindly went to Room 602 to apply medicine, but someone didn’t say a word the whole time, with a condescending look.
Xu Jing was about to curse at being looked down upon, but then the scarred hand reached out and gently touched his eyelashes. At the same time, a dull voice came down from the top of his head, “You are pretty.”
Xu Jing: “…”
From then on, Xu Jing went further and further on the road of self-conquest.