A tearful love story

Then she appeared in my life. She is not stunning, but she is definitely a beautiful woman, with soft and flowing long hair and slim and tall figure. Wherever she goes, it is the focus of people's attention. What attracts people's attention most is her plump breasts, which are firm and sturdy. She is generous, cheerful, considerate, gentle, graceful and strong, and has excellent grades. She is the study minister of the student union, and there are countless boys chasing her like frogs on summer nights.

Like such an excellent girl, I won't bother. I have no money, and I'm not handsome. In the evening, and the seats are not fixed. She always takes the initiative to sit next to me and talk to me without looking for trouble. At first I ignored her, but she didn't show any concern and still asked me this and that. I had no choice but to answer, so I got to know each other slowly and talked more. Once she asked me: "Do you feel inferior when you don't associate with others?"

I said yes.

She said, "Shall I train you and make you confident?"

I said yes.

She said: "The first step is to look me in the eye."

I said don't?

She said: "I dare not look into each other's eyes when I speak, and others will know that you are guilty at a glance."

So I boldly looked into her eyes.

Her eyes are really beautiful, big, clear and watery. Although she wears high myopia glasses, they do not damage her beauty at all.

I just watched it for less than 5 seconds, and I felt guilty, so I looked down.

But I saw her more beautiful breasts.

My face suddenly turned red.

She didn't notice that I looked at her chest and said, "Look at you, you are so timid."

So I got up the courage to look her in the eye again.

With her help, I quickly became cheerful, and my classmates no longer regarded me as an "alien". I really integrated into my classmates, and my academic performance went up in a straight line. I also won the first prize in the essay writing on campus.

Of course, she is the most happy about all this, because her efforts have achieved results.

But I know I'm in love with her, and I feel like I'm bored when I don't talk to her one day.

She is from Beijing and goes home every weekend. So the weekend became my most hated day.

I know she feels my feelings for her. Because on the surface, she is very kind to every boy, and seems to get along well with everyone. I am just one of them. But she laughs the most and talks the most with me. Every Sunday afternoon when she comes back from home, she brings me some food, which makes me feel happy and makes other boys jealous.

It's time for winter vacation.

I can't see her for a month during the winter vacation. I don't know how to spend this holiday. I just hope that the days will be slower.

However, time passed quickly day by day, and the winter vacation finally arrived.

Although my parents miss me very much, they still write to tell me not to go back, and I don't plan to go back either. Because the money to buy a ticket is equivalent to my living expenses for two months.