Just like other men in love, they will also get entangled over little things, but those entanglements are also the entanglements of happiness.

So Jun Zhiyuan began to edit text messages on his mobile phone, deleting and typing, typing and deleting, repeating hundreds of times, "Dear, I miss you."

Jun Zhiyuan shook his head, no, this seems a bit too much, "My dear, I wish you a good dream, I miss you Yuan"

Still not working, Jun Zhiyuan deleted it again. This is not in line with Jun Zhiyuan's style. Although these are true portrayals of Jun Zhiyuan's heart, Jun Zhiyuan has not yet put aside his heart for Yan Mixin to see.

Intend

Because now is not the time, Yan Mixin didn’t say she loved him, or even showed it, so how could Jun Zhiyuan let himself show off? That would not be Jun Zhiyuan.

But Jun Zhiyuan doesn't know that there is no distinction between high and low in love, only love and dislike. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand. He is still a beginner in love.

Going back and forth hundreds of times, time slowly passed bit by bit between Jun Zhiyuan's fingers. At this moment, Yan Mixin had already tidied up and was lying on the bed that smelled of Jun Zhiyuan.

But her heart was so at ease, as if Jun Zhiyuan's body temperature still remained. She was as at ease as if Jun Zhiyuan was by her side. Yan Mixin slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment, her cell phone remembered the sound of text messages. Yan Mixin opened it and saw that it was Jun Zhiyuan's number. A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. She ignored the small expectation in her heart.

When you open your inbox, there are only a few words: "Don't forget the deadline."

At this moment, a trace of disappointment flashed in Yan Mixin's eyes. It turned out that it was not what she expected. Then Yan Mixin fell asleep peacefully amid the slow disappointment.

But Jun Zhiyuan was not asleep yet. He was lying on his bed, staring blankly at his mobile phone. He was waiting for Yan Mixin's reply, but it was a pity that nothing happened, and there was no movement at all.

That text message was in line with Jun Zhiyuan's character. It was so domineering, as if it was reminding Yan Mixin that in fact, that was not what he was thinking at all. If he typed out what he was thinking, it would be sweet words one after another.
Chapter completed!