Little nagging

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I finally made up my mind to confess my love to the little kid at the beginning of December.

I want to marry him, and I want to tie him to my right hand for the rest of my life.I want to tell him: "I love you. I love you very much, a love that you don't want to let go when you hug it."

I checked the calendar, and the nearest suitable day for expressing my love is Christmas Eve or Christmas, and there are still about 20 days left.

It's far away, but it can be planned in detail.

From the day I made up my mind, my heart became uncontrollably agitated and nervous every day.

I would spend my free time daydreaming about the fact that I had confessed to the little kid, and he showed all kinds of signs of agreement and rejection.

I will be heartbroken because of his "agreement", and I will also feel sad because of being "rejected".

But in fact, I haven't figured out how to confess.

I don't want to be too simple, it will lose the sense of ritual, and I don't want to be too exaggerated, wasteful and unpleasant.

I even asked Fat Xuan, a straight man, how to do it. From his point of view, he enthusiastically introduced to me N kinds of "good ways" to confess to girls, and even taught me all kinds of things about girls. psychology.

I couldn't understand it, but I was shocked.

Although I don't think his method is so reliable, it also gave me a lot of inspiration, and I plan to go back and make a good plan.

After Fat Xuan finished his high-spirited talk, he patted me on the shoulder with great satisfaction, praised me as "opened up", and told me to remember to invite him when I get married.

I sighed secretly.

Enlightenment is true, marriage is a dream.

If one day we get married, I'm still afraid that he won't come.

The next day was Friday, and the little boy came to the company again.

Every time there is a commotion in the company, there is a high probability that he is here.

After a while, he would come to my workstation and sit for a while, greet me, talk to me, and then run around the company, waiting for me to get off work.

This time, I patiently waited for him to come to me in my seat, but I waited and waited for no one, which made my heart itch.

I really want to ask, but this doesn't fit my personality!

But, you are about to confess your love to him, and you still care about your crappy personality?

Are you addicted to indifference and facial paralysis?

I don't know how to express, are you still proud?

I was woken up by my own scolding, and as soon as I picked up my phone to look for him, I saw him walking towards me with a gloomy face.

My heart skipped a beat.

problem occurs?

He quickly walked up to me and said to me: "Brother, let's have a chat when you get off work." Then he left.

gone!

He has never been so indifferent to me!

I panicked, too panicked.

I don't understand what's wrong with him, did I offend him?no.

I don't even know how I got through the remaining two hours, I couldn't see him, and my heart was shaking.

It turns out that being treated indifferently is such a frightening thing, I can't wait to slap myself twice in the past.

Gao Chengzhou!What are you pretending to be!

Trembling until the end of get off work time, I saw the little brat after packing up, no, I dare not call him a brat anymore, his current aura looks stronger than my boss.

Charles was waiting for me at the door. Seeing that I didn't speak (too abnormal), he gave me a look, and I followed him behind.

He was very silent along the way. It's hard for me to imagine how such a chatterbox like him could not hold back his words, but it also proved that I really offended him.

It just really shouldn't be.

I wanted to bring up the topic many times, but he was always perfunctory with "hmmhhhhhh".

We soon came to the park where he confessed his love to me for the first time. It was just after get off work, and the flow of people was quite heavy.

As we walked, there were fewer and fewer people, and finally turned into a small road and came to a place where no one could be seen.

For a moment, I thought I was going to be lured, but looking at his thin body, white neck, and slightly cute head, he didn't look like a murderer.

A word suddenly came to mind: heart thief.

He stole my heart, and it would be too much to want my life.

I was thinking wildly when Charles in front turned around so suddenly that I almost had no time to brake and was about to bump into him.

He raised his head and looked at me firmly.

I was frightened by his sudden turn around, I'm afraid there was still a lot of panic in my eyes, and seeing his eyes again, I couldn't calm down even more.

"Brother, I heard."

?

What have you heard?

"Brother Xuan told me everything."

What did Fat Xuan say?

"If you", he paused, looked down at the ground, then looked up at me, "I know you want to confess to someone, if that person is me, I just need your sentence 'I like you', if you If you want to confess your love to others, you must also tell me, I will not pester you."

When he said this, his tone suddenly weakened.

My language function keeps failing.

He sat lonely on the stone chair beside him, and I mechanically followed him to sit down: "Brother, I have been chasing you for several months, and you have been like an ice cube, and I can't seem to melt you. If It's really impossible, just tell me straight..."

I'm so anxious, my wife is running away!

"Little brat..." I clearly knew what to say, but my mouth was too stupid to say anything, I just squeezed out a few words trembling.

He crossed his face and looked at me, as if waiting for my next sentence.

But as soon as I saw his face, I didn't seem to be smiling like usual, but I felt a little wronged in my loneliness, and the words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat.

I looked at him with only one thought left: Say I love him.

When I was anxious and confused, I lowered my head and kissed his lips.

The little kid was stunned, I realized his stiffness, I left his lips with some reluctance but fear, and looked up at him.

There was no sign of rejection, but it gave me the courage to kiss him for the second time.

After a very brief daze, he began to respond to me. The two of them were clumsily touching each other deeply, but their emotions were extremely turbulent.

We kissed for a long time before we parted. He blushed and cried a little, and said to me: "If you kiss, you can't be irresponsible."

"it is good."

"Say you like me."

"I like you."

"love me?"

"Love you."

"Want to stay with me?"

"want."

"How long have you been together?"

"lifetime."

"Can you tell me a little more?"

"can."

……

I love you, I love you, I love you...

Say it once a day, if I live to be 80 years old, I can still say it to him more than 9000 times.

The best little nagging is finally in my hands.