Poor boy and Bai Fumei

When Lin Qiao woke up, he realized a fact in a daze.

I had a sex dream last night, and the object of the sex dream was actually Lu Juan? !

Lin Qiao was thinking about it while washing his underwear. The scene in his dream last night was still vivid in his mind, and he could even remember it.How Lu Juan's hand caressed his body, how it separated his legs, and how it entered him gently and quietly.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiao's face felt hot.He didn't know why he had that dream last night.What is the meaning behind this dream?Does he like Lu Juan?

Do you like it?

Lin Qiao's head was a little dazed.He has never liked anyone since he was a child, and he doesn't know what liking is.

What do you like?He likes being with Lu Juan.I like Lu Juan to give him lectures, and I like him to send me home.I like Lu Juan carrying him on his back.Will help him fight off the bad guys.

He will be sad when Lu Juan ignores him, and he will be happy when talking to him.Does that mean he likes Lu Juan?

Is this like it?

Lin Qiao didn't want to go to school today, so he sent a text message to the head teacher to ask for a leave of absence, returned to the room and buried himself under the quilt again, Lin Qiao remembered that Yu Weiwei once told him that love is not about gender, it's just who you like Whether the person is a man or a woman.

What is the definition of love?Is there a standard for him to recognize whether he likes Lu Juan's feelings or not.

Lin Qiao's thoughts are now tangled up like wool, and he can't figure out a clue at all. He feels like he has fallen into an endless loop. Do he like it—what is liking—is this liking going on and on again? Repeatedly.

Very annoying, really annoying.Lin Qiao poked his head out from under the quilt, took a deep breath, took out his cell phone, and was about to send a text message to Yu Weiwei.

The text message hadn't been sent yet, but one was received instead, Lin Qiao clicked on it, and it turned out to be from Lu Ju'an.

"Why didn't you come to class?"

The hesitation in his heart turned into fly ash the moment he saw this text message, replaced by countless joys that surged from the bottom of his heart, and those joys turned into clouds, holding his heart up and dangling in the sky , Let the morning glow paint a layer of magnificent colors on it.

The joy in his heart could not deceive himself.Lin Qiao is very happy now, Lu Juan is caring about him, he is asking why he didn't come to class.

Lin Qiao was sure at this moment that he liked him, he liked Lu Juan, he liked being with Lu Juan, he liked that Lu Juan cared about him.In fact, the hesitation at the beginning was just because he lacked a reason to convince himself, and now this reason came.

The judgment hammer fell, and the final word was settled.

Lin Qiao felt that he liked Lu Juan not because he was a man or for any other reason, but because he was Lu Juan, that's all.

If Lu Juan likes him too...if he likes him too...

Editor Lin Qiao replied, he replied very carefully, trying his best to suppress the pink bubbles that were constantly popping up in his heart, so that Lu Juan could not see the clues between the lines.

"I'm not feeling well, I asked for leave with the teacher, and I will go to class in the afternoon."

"Well, pay attention to your body and have a good rest."

Lin Qiao read these words over and over several times, and couldn't suppress the smirk at the corner of his mouth. He took a screenshot of the text message interface and saved it in the gallery. He wanted to print out these photos, so he must buy a particularly good-looking one. The book can only make this into a hand account.