The road was still the same bumpy dirt road, the driver was still the wild and unrestrained Xie Shan, but Ryan Cui was no longer the elementary school student who came for the spring outing last time.
He has gone from being a straight man to a homoS3xual who actively pursues men.
He even held a bunch of roses in his arms, which he had cut from the flowerbed beside the yard that morning. They had long stems, and the cut stems were smeared with alcohol and wrapped tightly with white paper. He put them in his schoolbag and dared not let anyone see them. He looked at them over and over several times on the way. The flowers were still bright and half-opened, so it was no problem to plant them for a long time.
It’s just that the roses they have aren’t very fragrant. Should I spray some perfume on them?
He touched the faintly fragrant gardenia water in his arms, but felt that the fragrance did not match the rose. Someone with such taste as Xie Ying might not like it, so he simply didn't use it.
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