Chapter 8

In a blink of an eye, summer slipped away from the fingers, and the clothes on his body became more and more numerous, but the walls in his heart were knocked open and peeled off layer by layer, slowly revealing the empty heart.

She always felt that she knew what she wanted, so she became a couple so resolutely, looking forward to the future couple's life on the tail of youth

A Zheng's appearance made her understand that what she called resoluteness was actually not encountered with a more resolute temptation.

If it weren't for the smug face that A Zheng would definitely appear after a night of love, she would have fallen on the bed in the hotel long ago

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, she still only spent this private enterprise in this strange city alone in a private place. It is impossible for the emperor to give her enough time to go home.

Jun must be very sad to come and accompany him. The weekend came in a hurry and only brought a mooncake. Even if it was exquisite, it was just a mooncake. What's the point of asking Qian Ding Níng Wan to eat it again in the Mid-Autumn Festival?

The only thing that can barely be called romantic in the military interaction is probably the first blessing text message that is always sent on time at midnight every festival or anniversary.

As the text message delayed, she would have to wait a long time before she could go to bed

She was a little angry. She didn't plan to wait for his text message again this time. If someone didn't come, what's the point of a text message?

This time, on the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, A Zheng initiated the invitation with the most obvious intention

Dear, would you like to share the first breakfast for the Mid-Autumn Festival with me? After get off work, I will wait for your answer in the old place.

He probably thought he had saved enough favorable feelings, and knew that her boyfriend could not come, so he planned to exchange all those things for what he wanted on such a loneliness night.

The whole day, her handbag contained the box of mooncakes, trying to use the humble power to remind herself to stay awake.

But when her colleagues left in pairs after get off work, as if Valentine's Day, she finally couldn't control the hollowness in her chest, took out a small cosmetic mirror from her handbag, slowly repaired her makeup, and moved towards the date she knew the result.