No woman can refuse a man who fights for her

I like him. That's my biggest secret.

Although the secret doesn't seem to be a secret, friends who deliberately leave me his seat at parties show that they see it. But he was the first to know the secret. He did not refuse me openly, but sometimes talked about his white moon.

He: "you say me and she still have possibility?"

Me: "I don't know, maybe."

He: "Ah, I was too young to understand."

I: "people are not romantic waste of youth, did not expect you so infatuated"

He spoke of his ignorant love, AND I spoke of my duplicity.

They didn't say anything. They both said something. In my mind, he was telling me not to hope for him, and I was telling him that I thought of him only as a friend

On that day, we went to our friends' party as usual, we were drinking in the KTV. He and his friends solo, but I drink too much, I would like to sleep, friends are used to me this lying card queen.

I was sleeping on the sofa near the door when a loud noise woke me up in a daze. I opened my eyes and saw a strange man, reeking of alcohol, smashing his glass on the floor. I sat up and looked at this man, and suddenly he pointed at me, and he came to me step by step, and I was so scared that I couldn't control my body.

I saw the man shake his fist. He was probably drunk and had gone into the wrong room and had gone off the deep end. It was the first time I had ever seen anything like that.

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The fist never landed on me, and I heard confusion. I opened my eyes and saw the man I liked pinning the man to the ground. My friends were standing over him. I watched him beat up the man.

The drunk man's friends also came into the box and pulled the people on both sides apart. They were very nice and no one questioned them. My friend had run to my side and asked me if I was ok. I shook my head and didn't speak.

I looked at him casually leaning against the wall, and I saw that his hand was hurt. I looked at him and I said, "Are you okay?" He said casually, "It's all right. I scared you."

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Friends probably feel that the atmosphere of our two is too delicate, have found an excuse to slip away first. I stood up. I took his hand and examined it. "It's okay," I said. He casually took his hand from mine. "What can it matter?" he said. Think that year..."

I interrupted him and said, "You forgot what you promised your mother?"

When he was 16, he broke a bone in a fight and promised his mother that he would never fight again. I can't believe he made an exception today.

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He didn't say anything.

I hugged him, so much I wanted to say, so much I couldn't say. When his hand passed through my waist, MY heart was so happy that I did not know what to do. I kissed him on the cheek, and I shyly wanted to leave his arms.

But he held me and would not let me escape, he kissed my mouth, his tongue into my mouth as his temper.

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He said, "Why don't you stay with me?" I nodded.

I do not like smooth love, but I will always yield to the domineering tenderness. How about the white moon, I am not his exception?