It’s not like a juvenile tour (sex with first love)

Chen Ying and I are deskmates in high school. At that time, her short hair was shoulder length and her eyes were full of water. I always looked at it. When she found out, she would turn her back to her face, and her hair would shake, and her fragrance would be fragrant. I did well in school. I taught her how to do exercises, how to dance and how to teach her solid geometry. I tested her 20 words every day. Chen Ying likes me, of course. I know that. My class flower and I walked close, she ignored me, I touched her hand, her eyes are excited, but her cheeks like pink peach.