The days passed silently, and without the two of them knowing, there were still eleven days left, that is, a full three months had passed, and eight days were still a hundred days.

He did what he said, and since then, he has never said sweet words, whether it is meeting or on the phone or sending messages to each other, it is like a friend of a friend, a little more than a friend, and a lot less than a couple.

In a recent meeting, he said a word, which surprised her and wanted to make it clear to him on the spot, but looking at the strangers around her, she restrained it, and rarely could hide her mood seamlessly and not be discovered by him.

When she walked to the intersection and was about to go back to her own house, she didn't turn to look at him, he looked at her back, silently feeling that she was a little strange today. I don't know whether a sentence is intentional or unintentional, pierced into her extremely soft heart.

……

It's been five days since we met, she doesn't want to see his people, hear his voice, see his words, under countless questioning, she surrenders, okay~ I hate this ambiguity, just let me let it end~

"Hmm~" She still choked up when she didn't want to choke, "Maybe it's like what you said, you treat me as a good brother, and I think you're a good best friend, wouldn't it be good?" ”

"Hmm~ That's a good suggestion."

"I'll be a good brother, uh-huh~"

"Hmm~"

The two people who hung up the phone at the same time were disheartened.

She laughed and cried, it turned out that she felt like she was in tune with me, and she wanted to develop me into a good brother at first, so why did she say that she wanted to be my safe haven and that it was so misleading? What to say, work hard to remove the "maybe" and "maybe" in the words, and sublimate the pure friendship. In that case, why did you agree to be my best friend? Do you force yourself? What's wrong with me now?

He smiled bitterly, wondering what was wrong with her suddenly? Doesn't it mean that the heart that didn't want to be tempted is no longer out of control? Didn't she say she would give herself a chance to be her safe haven? Could it be that in her heart, the heartbeat is so short? Be my brother, I'm not gay......

That night she had insomnia again, hiding under the quilt and crying, and he had never lost sleep, and he had insomnia, and he became a fool standing in front of the window, looking at the night without stars and moon.

Afterwards, it was considered to be lost......

He was drunk on his classmate's birthday, and when he came home and was almost unconscious, he sent her a message, telling her that he hadn't forgotten to say goodnight to her when he was almost about to break, and said that your avatar has a pseudo-girlish atmosphere.

She woke up at half past six in the morning, saw that his news was distributed on the fifteenth day of the morning, looked at the last sentence: a greeting from your good girlfriend, gave a roll of her eyes, and continued to cover the quilt and sleep.

However, she has long been sleepy, she can do whatever she needs to do when she gets up, time goes quickly, after lunch, she opened her phone and saw that he withdrew the message, and sent another one. Suddenly there was not so much sadness and anger.

He said that he was getting more and more relieved that she was a girl with a big brain, and he would wonder if she slept every night when he went to bed? The next day will wonder if she slept well? (He knows he doesn't sleep well)

She wondered if he was bent? He immediately retorted, and she remained skeptical, saying that she was a bad-hearted girl who was a straight man herself, but was once suspected of sexual orientation.

Later, he spread his hands and said: Good brother~um~ about this, it will probably develop into a bend~