Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

When Tang Xia woke up, it was almost eight o'clock in the morning.

In fact, she was still very sleepy, but there was a villain in her mind who kept ringing the bell for her, and Tang Xia woke up with a start as she rang the bell.

The moment she opened her eyes, the girl was a little confused. She always felt like she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember it for a while. Until she habitually reached out to touch the mobile phone next to the pillow, and the moment she turned on the screen, her consciousness suddenly cleared.

Then Tang Xia widened her eyes and took a deep breath.

she fell asleep?

If I remember correctly, she was chatting with Han Yu before going to bed last night, right?

Tang Xia was crying out of anger, and after unlocking it in a hurry, he saw the messages popping up non-stop, and the bullets were reloaded at a speed that could not be judged by the naked eye.

Because before she accidentally fell asleep last night, the screen of the phone was still on the interface of chatting with the boy, and now when she opened it, the messages he sent to herself flooded out frantically.

Tang Xia was stunned, unresponsive all of a sudden, and didn't pay attention to how many messages Han Yu had sent. Besides, even if she wanted to count, she might not be able to count.

The girl sat up slowly, brushing her messy hair, rubbing her eyes and yawning while waiting for the fast-loading message to be fully displayed.

After about five or six minutes, during which the phone was stuck for a while due to too many messages, Tang Xia finally saw the large paragraphs of text on the screen and stopped jumping.

So it was Han Yu's last words that caught the girl's sight first.

Not surprisingly, Tang Xia's heart trembled violently.

He said that every year in the future, he wanted to take her to the north to see the snow.

That was their previous bet, and with the end of the final exam, this bet had already been decided. It's just that there is no difference between Han Yu and her in terms of victory or defeat. After all, the destination is the north, and it is the heavy snow that will fall in the north.

I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill the agreement this year.

In the third year of high school, let alone traveling far away, it should not be easy to rest for a day or two.

Tang Xia was slightly regretful, but seeing Han Yu's words, he felt full of heart.

Not this year, but next year, the year after, and the year after that, but it’s okay.

He committed ahead of time.

Tang Xia was overjoyed, and slowly slid her finger upwards. She has a little bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the news records have to be turned from front to back, so she has to find the last conversation between the two before going to bed last night before she is willing to give up.

It's not easy.

The girl chatted to relieve boredom, and began to count sentence by sentence.

After counting, she found that it had far exceeded dozens or even hundreds, and she couldn't help being shocked.

What happened to Han Yu last night?

The more Tang Xia scrolled up, the more surprised she was. At one, two, or even three, four in the morning, every time she fell asleep, he was awake and sent a steady stream of messages.

Did he stay up all night?

Tang Xia's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, like a teenager a few hours ago, murmuring: "198, 199, 200..."

Already two hundred messages.

The girl felt that her breathing was trembling. She didn't dare to read the text that occupied the entire screen carefully, but only knew how to mechanically swipe her fingers to continue counting.

It's going to be three hundred soon, but it seems that it hasn't reached the end yet.

Tang Xia held her breath and accelerated the speed of her hands.

How did Han Yu do it? Isn't he tired? Is he not sleepy? He stayed up all night and sent her so many texts, what was it for? This visual estimate should have more than 10,000 words in content. Will there be that sentence in it that she is looking forward to but dare not read?

Tang Xia didn't know, and because she didn't know, she became more and more anxious.

Four hundred, she just paused, her eyes turned, and she caught a glimpse of that charming sentence——

"Do you think that painting is beautiful? But I don't seem to be able to draw a good look for you."

The girl shrugged her shoulders and smiled softly.

Fingers continue to slide up.

She wasn't sure which news would be the beginning of the topic, so she slowly slowed down the pace later, for fear that if she accidentally made a mistake in counting, all previous efforts would be wasted.

After struggling to reach the 500th message, Tang Xia broke out in a layer of sweat on his forehead.

Inexplicably a little nervous.

She swore that if a call came in at this time, no matter who it was, Han Yu or Yu Man, she would beat him to death!

Fortunately, such unfortunate things did not happen.

Tang Xia suddenly seemed to have a premonition for a moment. The closer she got to that special number, the softer her movements became, and even the soliloquies that kept coming out of her mouth became clearer.

"517, 518, 519..."

Pursing her lips, the uneasiness almost gushed out of her chest.

Tang Xia gritted her teeth and dropped her fingertips heavily.

What caught my eye was Han Yu's most formal greeting, mixed with the words "Happy Birthday".

further up...

The girl raised her eyes, and her breath suddenly missed a beat.

There was a long silence above, and the last news record was a series of typos that I typed in a daze.

The page shows, before zero.

So, Han Yu spent the whole night sending her... 520 messages.

Tang Xia slowly raised her hand, and squeezed her cheek hard. The pain caused her facial features to be deformed, before she realized that all this was not a dream.

She forced herself to calm down, clutching her chest, feeling the beating heart inside, and the joy of wishing she could fly to the sky with her wings.

She had to read carefully what Han Yu had written to her for so long.

And this look, directly saw the three poles in the sun.

Tang Zhihai thought Tang Xia was sleeping late, and no one came out for lunch after work, so he had no choice but to knock on the door to remind her to get up.

At that time, the girl's eyes were red, and she said "um" in a nasal voice, but she refused to go out.

Tang Xia watched it for several hours, fascinated by every sentence, as if she wanted to engrave every word the boy said into her heart and never forget it. He writes very messily and unorganized, often sensational and moving, and suddenly becomes nonsensical, Tang Xia will cry and cry, and can't help laughing through tears.

Many years later, the girl recalled this scene, patted Han Yu on the shoulder and sighed: "You can talk about love at that time."

"Did I talk about love?" Han Yu was puzzled. In his impression, on Tang Xia's birthday that year, he held back very successfully and didn't say anything beyond the rules.

After all, more important things and more important words are suitable to stay in the summer vacation after the end of the third year of high school, and give them to her who happens to be eighteen years old.

"No?" The girl scratched her head. She remembered that she was very moved and cried.

"No." Han Yu replied calmly.

Tang Xiayi, he couldn't talk to him, so he could only sit aside sadly, and said quietly: "Whether you said it before or not, you don't say it now anyway." Sure enough, men are all fickle animals. …

Han Yu squinted at her and suddenly laughed.

"Why didn't I say anything?" He turned his head, looking very handsome with a serious look, "I like you, I love you, and I want to marry you. Aren't these all the love words I said?"

Han Yu said these few words one after another, and immediately made Tang Xia blush.

She murmured, not daring to raise her head.

Strange shy.

"Also," Han Yu suddenly approached, resting his head on Tang Xia's shoulder, whispering, "You are the longest and most beautiful love story I have ever said in my life."