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After taking a shower, Lin Xian sat on the bed with her long white legs bent, grabbed her white bath towel over her shoulders, wiped her wet hair in one hand, and grabbed her mobile phone in one hand, and clicked on the WeChat voice message sent by Yu Huan .

During the winter vacation, she met with Yan Huan and other high school classmates. In private, she met with Yu Huan twice and talked about everyone's university life. Regarding her secret love for Xiao Wanqing, Lin Xian had no idea to hide in front of her friends, but felt that before she established a relationship with Xiao Wanqing, she was still not suitable to advertise it in case she accidentally caused trouble to Xiao Wanqing. So she didn't dare to disclose, but she asked Yuhuan tentatively, what would happen if she liked girls? Yan Yuhuan said flatly: "What's wrong with this? I don't hide it from you. In college, the boys and girls chasing me are equally divided." Lin Xian almost surprised his chin.

Xu is a classmate and friend around him. They are all open-minded and open-minded. Lin Xian feels in a trance. Maybe, if she likes girls, it may not be so shocking. In her heart, she had more confidence in her and Xiao Wanqing's future.

Yanhuan University started her school later than her, so you can wait until the Lantern Festival. Yesterday, I heard that Lin Xian’s parents were going to a classmate’s party. No one took care of Lin Xian’s pitiful child. She suddenly had a great motherhood. She kindly invited Lin Xian to go to her house to start a three-day and two-night life of cohabitation. It's a pity that Lin Xian valued his friends lightly and refused.

In the evening, Lin Xian sat in her mother's car and received a voice message from Yan Huan. Because Yan Huan's speech has always been taboo, Zhou Qin was not very convenient, so Lin Xian has not listened. Now, she wiped her hair and casually spread out the news, and heard the clear voice of Yan Huan startled: "Lin Xiaoxian, you recruited from the real, do you have a situation, are you Really like girls? Who is it?!"

Lin Xian listened to her friend's voice and smiled dumbly. Her reflection arc is too long.

She clicked on the next message and heard Yu Huan guessing: "I'll think about the names of the girls you mentioned to me this time. According to the frequency, the most is the time expired, followed by Chen Zhi and Tang Mo , Xia Zhijin, who else is coming... It seems to be gone. Say which little goblin stole your heart?!"

Lin Xian frowned, some dissatisfaction, nonsense! Obviously the most girl name she mentioned was her Aunt Xiao! She pressed the voice button and defaulted on Yu Huan’s guess. Zhang Yawu claws prepared to taunt: “Hua Huan, your memory is not good. Buy some walnuts to make up your brain. You forgot my sweetheart’s name!” she just said. In my heart..." The open door suddenly sounded a rhythmic knock on the door-Xiao Wanqing stood there holding the plush Teddy Pavilion.

Lin Xian was shocked and immediately released the hand holding the key, embarrassedly: "Aunt Xiao, you..." She, when did she come, did you hear anything?

Xiao Wanqing had just arrived, and when passing by, he only inadvertently heard Lin Xianyu's smiling Yang Yang echo. She smiled and explained with empathy: "I just came and heard nothing."

She approached, put Teddy on Lin Xian's bed, and said warmly: "Listen to your mother, when you were at home, you had to hold it and sleep. Why did you bring it over and stay here that day?"

Lin Xian saw Teddy’s humble familiar look, reached out and hugged her, rubbed her head with her chin, and thought without hesitation: "Because I want it to be replaced when I am not with Aunt Xiao. I'll be with you." She bowed her head and sniffed Teddy obsessively, with an infatuated intoxication: "Aunt Xiao, it smells like you, it smells so good..."

Lin Xian's casual and casual words made Xiao Yunqing's heartbeat suddenly miss a beat. Xiao Yunqing looked at Lin Xian's simple appearance of holding a beloved toy like a child, and his face began to heat up inexplicably.

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