Now, Atokounmpo's mind couldn't do any analysis, and Hepburn's marshmallow-like kiss was as fragrant as a flower. He thought of her, her magnetic and fresh voice, her beautiful curves shining through her clothes, her white and flawless face very magical. He couldn't help but feel sorrow, like pouring salt on an old wound, which made him painful. He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred and horror. The Dragon Twins can see clearly: Atokounmpo, who has been intimate with hundreds of girlfriends, has finally fallen in love, and like all men and women in the world, he is completely and truly in love.

A few days later, Atokounmpo's reason was at work. Yes, he is in love, and he shouts out to himself with passion. He had a real sense of himself that he did not have in the comfortable life of the past. "Memories are short-lived." He thought. Atokounmpo had dated Hepburn more than a dozen times before, and she probably never loved him. She will forget, because there will be other men. He had a cold run, which meant he was going to be out of the game. Just a month, maybe not two weeks, or a week.

In the evening, he thought about it again, and was about to undress and go to bed, but he lay down on the bed and couldn't move, his whole body trembling slightly, and he looked directly at the gauze above. "I'll have to give her a period of silence for a while, and when it's over, she'll gradually begin to think of me, however slight, at least she'll be more fair to think of my likability and humility at the same time." Atokounmpo reveled. In the end, he decided that the most suitable time to achieve his goal was about a month. After a month, he would call and ask if she could visit her, and until then, all he had to do was remain silent! After deciding this, Atokounmpo clearly felt that his heart was not so panicked, and he had already taken the first step in the direction of hope. He realized that as long as he tried to miss her a little less, then the moment he reunited, the more he could show what he hoped for. That night, he slept soundly.

With the passage of time, her beautiful curves have gradually blurred in his memory, maybe as long as they break up for half a year, he will completely forget, but a month is very painful. His greatest satisfaction is having Jennifer by his side. He took her to dinner, to the theater, and to play with her. When he was with Jennifer, she temporarily made him forget everything, although not as much as Hepburn, but calmed his restlessness because of Hepburn.

A month later, he called her. Hepburn's best friend Michelle picked up the phone and said that Hepburn was not feeling well and was now resting in bed. He hung up the phone violently, and the whole person was spread out on the armchair, drenched in cold sweat, and could barely breathe......

When they were reunited, the first thing he said to her was, "Your hair is cut short." And she replied, "yes, don't you think it looks funny?" "Her haircut is bold and edgy." It's sunny outside," he said solemnly, "Would you like to go out for a walk?" She put on a thin coat, and the two walked down the street to the park, and then they turned back to the square, and the soft and languid Gloria walked in front of him, her small figure projected on the ground. Yes! She cheered, "I want to go to Miami, I want to fly in the sky." "Okay." "I want to hear 10,000 yellow warblers chirp in amazing unison. I'm like a little bird. "Women are birds." He said. "And what kind of bird am I?" "A lark, I think." She smiled and quickly shook her hand...... Elsewhere, Atokounmpo asked when he would see her again.

"Haven't you tried a longer date?" "It doesn't matter even after a week," he pleaded, "I think it would be fun if we could spend the day together from morning to night." "I guess so, right?" She thought for a moment, "Then next Sunday." "Well, I'll make arrangements in advance."

He does what he says. He planned meticulously, including the details of her tea at his house, and he would prepare piles of flowers while the two of them sat on the couch. On the day of the date, they were literally sitting on the couch. He kissed her, just because it all happened naturally. He found that sweetness was still sleeping on her lips, it was as if he had never been separated from her, he had never been so energetic......

That night, Atokounmpo lay in bed with the lights out, rethinking and playing with every minute of the day. He had conveyed his heart to her tenderly, and in the midst of that kiss he told ------her that he loved her, and she smiled, drew a little closer to him, looked him deeply in the eyes, and she whispered, "I am glad." There was something new in her attitude, an attraction that was born purely to him, and an emotional intensity that had never grown before, and it was enough for him to be completely absorbed in remembering all about her, and he felt that he was closer to her than before.

The next morning, he picked up the phone: "Good morning, Hepburn." "Good morning." "I called just to tell you this, dear." "I'm glad you did." "I wish I could see you." "You will, tomorrow night." "That's going to have to wait a long time, isn't it?" "Yes." Her voice sounded a little forced. "Can't I come to see you tonight?" "I have a date." "Oh." "Maybe I can cancel, though." "Great! Hepburn. He cried out in ecstasy, "What's the matter? "Hepburn, I love you." After a brief silence, it was followed by: "I'm happy. ”……

He knocked on the door, and after the promise, entered softly. Hepburn, dressed in pink, vibrant and delicate like a flower, walked out of the room and stood quietly, looking at him with wide eyes. As he closed the door behind him, she cried out softly, reaching out her arms close to him to greet him. They hugged and kissed each other, he crumpled her clothes, and the two of them were intoxicated by the passionate and eternal world of two......

A week later, Atokounmpo and Hepburn began to indulge in a pragmatic discussion, "You don't love me as much as I love you." The literary genius stood by his assertions, "If you really love me, you'd want everyone to know." "I love you." She retorted, "I want to stand on a street corner and tell everyone who passes by about us." "Then, tell me all the reasons why you want to marry me." "Well, because you're clean, you're as clean as the wind, just like me. Whenever I see anyone, I can tell right away if they're clean or not. "We are a match made in heaven." "I love you."

However, in moments other than kissing, Atokounmpo and Hepburn's quarrel never stopped. He yelled, "Please listen to my explanation." "You don't have to explain, just kiss me." "I don't think that's the right thing to do. If I hurt your feelings, we should sit down and discuss, I don't want to play the kiss and forgive game anymore. "But I don't want to quarrel with you at all, wouldn't it be great if we could kiss and forgive each other for it? If we can't, that's when we need to fight. He got up angrily, put on his coat violently and was about to leave, regaining his dignity and pride when he knew how much she cared about him. Hepburn sobbed in his arms, her lovely face pitiful as that of a frightened little girl.

He told her about some unknown affairs in his past, deliberately trying to ignite some sparks and make her jealous, but it didn't help at all. Now that she had him, she didn't want to know anything about the days that had passed. "Oh, Atokounmpo." She would say, "When I lose my temper with you, I always regret it afterwards." I should reach out and relieve you of at least a little pain. For a moment, her eyes were moist. However, he remembered that there were times when they deliberately wanted to hurt each other, almost taking pleasure in stabbing each other. She constantly distressed him. The first minute was so intimate and charming, desperately longing that the two could transcend everything and melt into one, without any suspicion. And the next minute, silent and cold, she was indifferent no matter what he said, or how he touched her with the love between them. The roots of her use of her bad temper to alienate others are simply a mystery.

"Why do you like Michelle?" He asked, "No, I don't like her very much." "Then why are you with her?" "I just want to have company. Those girls had no trouble getting there. They're the kind of people who will believe anything I say. I like Hillary Clinton, though, I think she's cute, and she's clean and smart, right? I've made some friends before, too, and these girls just flew over my airspace like birds and just left. It's just because it's the boys who bring us together, and when the environment changes, I'm not interested in being with them. Most of them are married now, but that doesn't matter. ”

"You like men more, don't you?" "Oh, I have a man's heart." "Your heart is very similar to mine, and you don't have a particularly strong gender orientation." "I wish we were married," he whispered earnestly, "and then we won't have to say goodbye in the evening, and we can do whatever we want." "That's nice. I think we should travel everywhere, I want to go to the Aegean Sea and China, the Ten Planets. Also, I want to perform on stage. "You can, I'll write a good script for you." "That's great! Then I'll be able to act. In the future, we will build a very luxurious estate, shall we? "Of course, there's also a private heated swimming pool." The two of them walked slowly in the direction of home, and there was an indescribable affection between them......

Happy and beautiful days flow slowly, floating forward. They publicly announced their engagement before the engagement. As one of the bridesmaids, Beckham caused a lot of distress to Atokounmpo and Hepburn in the final weeks of their wedding, because he continued to steal the glory of both of them. "The Seven Sons of the Dragon" was published in May, and it was not so much that it interfered with Atokounmpo's love, but that everything related to the author affected everyone. It is an original novel, the main content of which is to describe the progressive spirit of the lower social groups for good, and to a considerable extent, it can be said that its description is long and contrived. As Popovich and Atokounmpo have said in the past, and as hostile critics now say, no writer is as capable of describing the hereditary phenomena of that social class as Beckham. Sales of the book were sluggish at first, and then, all of a sudden, they went wild. As for the version, he didn't revise much at first, then gradually added it, and then it came out one after another week after week. Clever publishers spread false rumors that a woman in a relationship was preparing to sue because one of the characters was insinuating, ridiculing, and humiliating her. "The Seven Sons of the Dragon" is banned by public libraries in the country of polar bears, and a columnist, Jia Zhongchen, sarcastically announced that Beckham is being treated in a nursing home because of his insanity due to alcoholism and alcoholism......